“ I read Sumita's story, just before me, and I feel for her. I admire her courage and her hope. Bravo. ”

“ I read Sumita's story, just before me, and I feel for her. I admire her courage and her hope. Bravo. ”

“ I really like the Native-American inspiration in your leather pieces. Also, I would like to dedicate this poem to you, Justin. You speak to my soul and even as a rape victim, I am aroused by you. This pop culture needs to follow you more closely. It is hard to wake up in the morning. And, I feel afraid at times, although it is only for one day./ I have had much success with looking good and I work very hard to acheive all the things that I think are sexy. Still, I feel much unrequited love./ As far as potentials, I only found only one guy with whom I can imagine being physically intimate with. But, he just wants us to be friends. Maybe because he cannot write me off as a virgin after my rape./ I could be single for the rest of my life, but I have family pressures. My father is the elder of our church, and I know that God has bound up all our wounds, But, this man's unrequited love is making me bleed./ Usually, I can not cry easily, But, thinking of my friend, I have cried a lot lately In pain from rape, I find myself closer to him./ I think about my future married to someone else and it would seem as if God gave me stone for bread. In heaven, I don't not have to pretend to be well./ When I saw the man that subjected me to rape for a whole week 20 years after the fact, last summer/ I uttered a cry for my friend. On the outside, I was in control but in reality, I was so scared that I had to pee seven times./ Regretting the fact that I did not invite my friend, I was afraid that I would lose the cool that I built for myself and that it would cost me his friendship certainly./ He makes me feel like it is too late for me and him. I know that he is strong enough and he makes me feel so safe. He can try harder to love me-I know that he can!/ He told me that he has new girl; now, I look at him with a yearing beyond love and life. I keep fantasizing that one day he will return my feelings,/ and tell me that he wants to marry me, and touch me until I fall asleep... ...enjoying his biceps carressing my breasts./ There must be a way that he can see past his disappointment, and give me back all the things that rape took from me. Then, he can call me a virgin and I was never raped. ”