Syrian Refugee

Peace Of Mind Is All I Ask For.

I'm panting like a Lyon does catching it's prey. I'm panting & it's only May. I'm panting not to the regular music of bombs, awakening me to runaway. I'm panting because I'm broke, like a glass gone can't stay. Someone is ontop of me breaking my uterus. Taking away all my rights things that i thought i had. I used all my might but i couldn't do anything. He whispered in my ear ( you are a fucking immigrant! ) I'm here in the United States to get away from Syria. A life that is evil. No rights, No music, No skirts, No shoes, Just the Bible you use. Faith has once again ate me like a cancer, blossomed through my bloodstreams like a virus with no answer. Leaving me confused 'cause i prayed to GOD to help me with these particular issues. To not let anyone hurt me or my sisters, to let us be free of the misuse.
Faith i had in God diminished as soon as my drawls was ripped off. He jives his cock making a rhythm to his mood. He keeps going no matter how much i spray STOP! He diggs into my soft spot, i am reborn after he fucks me like a non-stop. A rush of my PERIOD blood is under my butt. I hear him say ("Goddamnit bitch") he doesn't even care that he popped my cherry & there's blood all on my cubic hairs. My skin is a tattoo one many men like to use pouring there "fluids". Inking me with scars & bruises.
I'm just ready to wash myself extra clean tonight 'cause this guy is milking on me... My pussy aches it's swollen with disgrace. More hurt then my feelings lack of love for it ... 'Oh my pussy so good & tight to these guys he brings his friends & my body becomes a Slide. Each one fucking me hard & deep i can't even move not even blink. My eyes are batted & puffed up I'm loaded with there sperm. Now it's time for me to turn I'm on my stomach my body like a dog arched so deep i forgot who i was....I'm traumatized by whats coming inside. Pinned down & abused. (Everyone say nomore to Rape, Abuse, or Sexual Violence.) Young men or whom ever may be reading this, you make us your object's our mind brainstormed. So before you do, think of the long term issues.
I'm vulnerable & have low self esteem, crying like there's no tomorrow, kinda like that DEER the Lyon tried to swallow. (NO PAUSE) The LYON was crying, not the deer even though the Lyon was the king certain things brought him to tears. The deer was scarred up but it survived even after the lyon tried to make him his lunch. The LYON the dictator kinda like the Syrian President Bashar Al Asudo. The asshole who killed many, breaking up families. Tragedies & Syrian with no strategy. His home, our home is a warzone. The rubble is my coffee & for dinner he's serving dead bodies. Let me stop, before i get threatened & served on his platter. I dislike TRUMP but he's the best thing to it.
Once i got pregnant i was only 13, that day i took a BEATING. He stretched me out, & dissected the unborn infant from my holey spot. Used doctor tools, worst pain I've ever been thru. I'm steady panting remembering the abuse, the mens, the control back in Syria. Steady panting i can't breathe. AHHHHH, i scream & boom i'm awaken from my dreams. I was dreaming about the first time my virginity was took, & how that fool did cruel things to me. I was dreaming about the first time i peed, the first time i felt hands, the first time a dick became my "friend". I am a Syrian Refugee so am i hated by you Americans? Trump don't deport me. I want peace & Not missles attached to where i sleep. Glad I've awaken from my nightmare. My hair a mess & sweat on my face. I just keep on having these bad as headaches & flashbacks of my Rape. I'm panting do you Care? I'm glad that I'm in America a place that is fair. So regular i don't have to worry about my surrounding because 3 boys are following me home. Glad I'm gone, & not back in my OLD home. I really am a Syrian Refugee... how glee? Still traumatized by the old things. I pop a couple pills to not feel the pain. & Rustle myself back to sleep. Goodnight guys i hope this medicine can cure my Dreams.

By- Roselina Louise M.