A Poem About Rape...

He grabbed me by my slender neck,
I could not call or scream.
He dragged me to his dingey room,
where we would not be seen.
He pulled away my flimsy wrap,
and looked upon my form.
I was so cold and wet and scared,
while he was dry and warm.
He pressed his feverish lips to mine,
I could not make him stop.
He drained me of my every self,
I gave him every drop.
He made me what I am today,
that's why you see me here.

An empty bottle thrown away,
that once was full of beer.