i lift my face
and shake my fist
and raise my voice
and curse the sky

why me?
oh my!
no way!
oh woe!
i pray.
this cannot be.
oh no!
poor me.
i cry!

the pain is hard.
the penis hard.
it hurts.
i'm wounded.
scarred.
ruined.
spoiled.
stained.
soiled.
damned.
aged.
damaged.
dear god!
don't let me die.

hand on my throat.
threat in my ear.
death i fear.
intense!
violence.
no defense.
then silence.
shh! it happens.
sh!t happens.
makes no sense.
lost innocence.
life sentence.

in the middle of enigma
lies the riddle of my stigma.
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Victor|Victim

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