He Couldn’t Rape My Joy

Pinned against the ground
Torn dress above my waist
Peace written on my face
Him trying to invoke pain
I had none to give only peace
Ramming me with his frustration
No hesitation in his action
As my heart held compassion for this poor soul
Still I remained unscathed
You can rape me of my virginity, but not my joy
You can rape me of my material possessions
But you can't rape my joy
You can even rape me of my appearance
But you still can't rape my joy
When he was through my peace embraced him
As a single tear fell from his cheek
No words were spoken
While peace filled the void
Where pain was no longer held in captivity