Stoprape Stories

TW:mention of rape and sexual abuse. This is more of a poem but it's about awareness of rape and sexual abuse. Fortunately I have never been sexually abused or raped but others have and my heart goes out to all of you. Thank you for reading my poem and make sure to comment your thoughts! <3

Hey I'm Tink. Yes, like the fairy. I play Rugby for my school, but honestly I just want to play music and be just like my hero Billie Joe Armstrong. My boyfriend is Victor and him and my best friends are the only people who care about me, but when I am just a vegetable will they stick by me?

Save my dignity... Please... A shockingly brutal and vicious tale, evolving a tragic delusion. Her story of doom, cruel phantoms of her taunting memories she tried to get rid of. Condemned to the devouring jaws of men. Danger continues to prowl around her crumbled world. ____________________________ The night was dark pitched and the wind that runs wild in it yanked open the wooden windows of the abandoned mortuary. Soon, rain started pouring heavily and the wind got more violent. The light bulb that illuminated the dark, spooky hallway kept flickering. A figure in a white, blood-stained gown sat limply on a low wooden chair, head hanging low, hands tied to the back. Then, out of nowhere, a big figure in a Black leathered hoodie appeared, walking menacingly towards the figure on the chair. "No, please don't. Let me go. Leave. No, no, no, free me, you son of a bitch. Don't you dare touch me." The figure on the chair cried out with her cracking feminine voice, without glancing up. She knew the figure in the black hoodie was back, this time with more torture and pain. ____________________________ She ran to the balcony, sat all alone in the dark eternal night, thick and murky, with no glimmer of light and sulked the anguish of a private sorrow.

Women empowerment and their rights

A story to let you see what life and see what depressed people go through

I'm the apple of His eye, The love that fills His heart, Every morning, noon and night. He loved me when I didn't care, And was patient till I came, Running back into His arms. Ratings 10_11_2017. 294 in Spiritual. 18_11_2017 954 in Spiritual

This is a story about amber jinis and she is going to tell you how it is to be a women in our modern world

These are my confessions, my pain, my life...written into a collection of prose.

she's Jasmine she want through a lot but GOD has some plans for her follow her through this ride of her getting her confidence in GOD and herself.

This is (going to be) a compilation of stories from real people, real incidents. Don't expect this to be a happy story. R@pe is real. Abuse is real Betrayal is real This world isn't sunshine and rainbows, never has been.

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She was screaming the whole time, begging them to let her go- "No" She shook her head. She couldn't do it. Not anymore. Her body was trembling like a leaf in the wind. She slowly placed the blade on the vein of her left hand. Lilaboti, a village girl, commits suicide after being raped and humiliated. Cover credit : @arrystyker

A girl is in abuse home and runs away for miles with only 30$ and wants to do suicide until she finds out...

just read. :)

A.J is 14. She plays basketball, but not for her school...for herself at a basketball court in her neighborhood, with her friend Carl.

The poetry is about a man who falls in love with a girl who is living her dreams. But one day she was raped by a group of men and thrown he was asking for his justice in the line as a victim himself.

A poem about woman and rape. Poem made by-(Anonymous) I hope you like it.

A simple story defining a change of mind that can lead this society of patriarchy to a solved one. How a boy respects and thinks of his opposite gender.