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Deep in the depths of the Democratic Republic of the Congo, a beautiful country in central Africa known for its breathtaking rain forests, unique wildlife and diverse culture, lies a shameful secret: a ragging war in which women have been used as a chief weapon; a weapon of rape. 

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By Anonymous

A couple of months after my rape, I wrote a poem about how he haunts my life. If I would have talked to someone sooner about what happened to me, and let go of some of the pain, perhaps his presence would have been less pervasive. I hope my poem touches those of you out there who are survivors of rape, and encourages you to talk to someone – anyone – about your experience. Don’t be like me and wait. You do not have to be alone.  

I KNOW HE’S THERE

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By Anonymous

At the age of eighteen, I was raped. By definition, it would be considered a “date” rape, but I would rather think of it as an “acquaintance” rape. After all, I wasn’t on a date. I was at a party with a friend… a guy I knew, a guy I mistakenly trusted. He was a couple years older than me, and lived in a college house with a few of my friends that had graduated before me. They always threw amazing parties, and this one was no exception. At the end of the night, the crowd cleared out, but I decided to stay.

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