This is my creative piece for the class. It is a little hard to read the poem in the picture so it is posted below (in bullets to shorten it):
- Shhhh…
- No one knows what happened
- No one knows what he did
- He said he would take it slow
- He told me he would stop
- But he didn’t
- He made me undress
- Ripping my clothes
- He pushed me on the bed
- I told him to stop
- He laughed and climbed on top of me
- He held me down so tight
- I couldn’t move
- I could barely breathe
- He kissed my neck, lips, and breasts
- I begged him to stop
- But he didn’t
- I felt him reach for the zipper of his pants
- And then it happened
- He was raping me
- When he was finished, he left
- I was paralyzed with fear
- No one knows what he did
- No one knows what happened
- Shhhh…
I painted the picture on the canvas, and then wrote the poem to the side. I chose to do this for a friend of mine who was raped her sophomore year; this is her story in a nutshell. I was originally going to paint the entire silhouette black, but as I was painting I decided to leave it with the unfinished edges. I chose to leave them the way they are because it shows that there may be smooth edges on the outside of a person, like nothing is wrong, but on the inside there are many jagged ones from the secret she carries. I am really happy with how this turned out. Hope you guys enjoy it!
Taylor Lowman