Made by Kashish Bhanushali (Rape post)

Poem:

He WAS my favourite uncle

What is the poem,

You might wonder,

Is it sad,

Is it happy,

Is it about a survivor,

Is it about a warrior,

Is it about a victim,

Is it about a girl?

I will answer all your questions,

That I promise,

That,

I promise.

This poem

Is about a warrior at the time,

A survivor till the end,

About a girl,

Labelled as a victim.

I wrote this,

Not after the last day,

I wrote this,

3 years late,

I’m 11 now.

Let me narrate my story to you.

One day,

Sitting on the silk sheets,

8 years old,

Thinking about barbies,

And dollhouses,

In my uncle's house,

I looked at the door,

And saw someone take a peek,

he was my uncle,

My sweet uncle,

How grateful I was that he let me stay with him, He knocked,

A rhythmic knock it was,

And he said,

I’m coming in.

I wondered what he wanted,

He said there were the monsters under the bed, demons in the curtains,

And ghosts in the cupboard,

And he quickly,

And quietly whispered,

Whispered saying,

Quite little one,

Turn around,

Let me hug you,

I’ll do something for you,

It will make you feel better,

I turned around,

With glee,

and a hint of confusion,

he turned with a smirk on his face,

He took of the soft blanket,

And slowly removed it off my body,

And he hugged me tightly.

I felt loved.

A few seconds later,

He started undressing me,

I asked him why,

He said,

Shhhh,

The demons might hear you.

He undressed me,

And started,

Started caressing my body,

He said with happiness,

“Soft”,

I quickly turned around and asked him, Asked him what he was doing,

And he gently put his hands around my mouth, And told me,

To never speak of this again.

The cuddling,

Turned into undressing,

The undressing turned into caressing me, And the caressing turned into shutting my mouth.

Every second,

Every minute,

It became,

more intense.

As his body,

Pressed against mine,

He started moaning,

And he sealed my mouth.

Every second I wondered,

When I was free to to,

Every minute I wondered,

When he would let go of me,

Every hour I wondered,

When he would stop,

But he never did,

His body stuck to mine,

Till the burning sun ray,

Struck my body,

And turned it into ashes.

My blood started burning in each vein, My cells started dying every second, And my heart started beating faster, Every minute,

But he wouldn’t stop.

He wouldn’t.

He left,

He left the room,

And told me,

Told me that if I ever say this to anyone, No one will love me,

But little did I know,

That wasn’t the truth.

A few days later,

I had to stay at his house once more, My body was covered,

My hair was tied,

No signs,

What so ever,

No signs to come on to me,

Incase The “society” was wondering, For him to stick his body,

Onto mine,

But he still did,

This time with more pressure,

This time with more aggression,

This time with more rashes.

Little did I know,

It wasn’t something for one time,

Not for two,

Not for a week,

But for a whole,

Two,

Fucking,

Years.

The first year was hard. Every time he did it,

I could only think of the time he would leave,

Leave me,

And whenever I tried to scream,

He hit me,

He hit me hard.

It was a slap I remember.

The second year,

It was painful,

It never stopped being painful,

But,

But,

I got use to it,

The tight wrist of mine when he pinned me against the floor, Turned into a hopeless loose hand,

The screaming of mine,

turned into complete silence,

And the nights,

turned longer.

Every night you molested me,

It became harder,

I spent the night with you,

Trying to please you,

Making you happy,

Like you ordered to me,

In the grumpy voice.

Every night you hurt me,

My soul chipped off,

Every night you forced me to do something new, My heart shattered into pieces,

Every night,

His lips touched me,

I felt burning marks on my body.

That look on his face,

Like I’m fresh meat,

That look on his face,

Like he’d eat me,

Hurt me.

You come up from behind me;

I have nowhere to run.

I used to really like you,

But this is no fun.

His greedy hands,

Feeling me up,

And touching my body,

Never getting satisfied,

Every second,

Wanting more.

He slithered his hand,

Down to my thighs,

His body,

Creeping down my back,

Images,

Dying to be free,

The boiling fear,

Asking to be stopped,

I remember all of it.

Remembering the panicked body of mine, Pressed against the sweaty body of his, Feeling like a hijacked soul.

The shivers down my spine,

As the lights turned off.

The last day,

I remember that,

He hit me hard, got a scar on my hand, He pressured me hard,

Getting rashes on my body,

He shut me up,

Till I couldn’t breathe.

I left the house,

In that moment,

I couldn’t take it anymore!

And ran away,

I told everyone in my family,

I hated him,

And he was a mean uncle,

And I never want to go to his house ever again.

The pain that stayed with me,

The body marks that stayed,

And the painful scars that were there, All stayed.

The nightmares,

The scream,

The scars,

The shivers,

The panic,

The struggle to let go,

The giving up,

I could never forget.

I hate the man.

Turns out the demons,

The ghosts,

The monsters,

Weren’t there before,

He entered,

Because all of them,

They were all him.

Explanation of the post:

Name: He WAS my favourite uncle

This poem is about a victim who is telling the audience about her rape incident. This is not a real story. This poem explains the pain and the hurt a victim had to go through. The description is very visual and descriptive and can be a little hurting but it is to show the world how harsh people can be and how scary and depressing it is for the victim. Rape is horrible, and we all know that, but even the closest of ours, can be someone you cant even dream of. Be aware, Be safe.