Why I Didn't Scream

At fourteen, 
When I was raped, 
I didn’t scream.
His grandmother, 
Was napping, 
In the next room. 
I didn’t want to wake her. 
I didn’t want her, 
To see me naked. 
I didn’t want her to know, 
That her grandson, 
Was an animal. 
Because as taught, 
I respected my elders. 
More than I respected, 
My own body.



                        UPDATE: I have now found my voice and am not afraid to scream. Loudly.