Rape poem

think you know what's coming next? its just another mangled body I am just another hit and run every story sounds the same when you stop listening like this is just another "sad poem" "this is another little girl lost, poem" another "do not touch me until I ask you to touch me, poem" another 9 years old sleeping with a toy on my nightstand and a kitchen knife under my pillow because I swore the next time he came into my bedroom uninvited he would come out bleeding poem and I get it you're tired of hearing rape poems I am tired of writing rape poems the same way that soldiers are tired of hearing their own guns go off believe me we all with the war was over but you are staring out at a world on fire complaining about thow ugly you think the ashes are the poems are not the problem we have built cathedrals out of spite and splintered bone of course they aren't pretty nothing holy ever is the work isn't pretty but it's the only way to get the house built so I'm sorry that you don't want to look at my wreckage but I have carpentry in my mouth I have a hammer in my hands you cannot stop me from building and as long as you're there in the back of the room I am going to be here because this is my story.