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Monday, February 06, 2006 

Poem of survival: Anyway

The following poem was submitted by a reader of this website. We are honored to publish it here, for the first time.

Anyway…

By Anonymous

I told you no more drinks
You bought me another anyway.

I told you not this song
You got me to dance anyway.

I told you not there, please
Your fingertips lingered there anyway.

I told you good night
You were at my door at three A.M. anyway.

I really didn’t want to see you
But I felt guilty, so I let you in anyway.

I told you no, I don’t want to
You were inside me anyway.

I said stop,
You told me “hold on” anyway.

I pleaded, at least use a condom
You ignored me anyway.

I cried, not so rough
You played rough anyway.

I had friends sleeping in the next room…big football players
I kept silent anyway.

I didn’t want it…you disgusted me
But I let you do it anyway.

I hated you at my very core
You slept in my bed anyway.

I hugged myself and tried not to cry
My pillow case was soaked anyway.

I wanted to wash my disgust away
I smiled when you left anyway.

I loved those sheets
I threw them away anyway.
I went about my life and willed that night to go away
It haunted me anyway.

I never wanted to hear your voice again
You called me anyway.

I saw you again and tried to stay calm
I threw up anyway.

Georgia Tech lost 75 to 81 that game
Guess you won anyway.

You were charmed by my innocence
You took it away anyway.

My confidence and strength inspired you
You crippled me anyway.

My smile stopped you dead in your tracks.
You overran me anyway.

I thought you were harmless
You raped me anyway.

You took my life anyway from me…scarred the deepest part of me
I am surviving anyway.

This is simply breathtaking.

that was the most amazing thing. really inspirational and completely emotional. i absolutely loved it.

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