Damn Rape Poem
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he ran his fingers down my spine
and i felt my body shake with anything but anticipation
there was no love in his kiss
his burning hands wound tightly around my wrists
with his angry breath hot on my neck
he whispered into my ear
“you know you want it”
"trust me"
"stop" didn't mean a thing to him
i was too paralyzed to let out a scream
too afraid to even put up a fight.
and you're rolling your eyes thinking
“not another damn rape poem"
this is not just another damn rape poem
this is not just another damn rape.
these rape poems will not cease
until we see the end of rape itself
these rape poems will not cease
until we stop justifying them
until we stop defending them
"boys will be boys"
but a woman's body is an object ripe for the taking.
there will be more damn rape poems
until the word "no" does not have to be explained to you
until we don't have to carry our keys like daggars when we walk alone at night
until enjoying a drink no longer means "take me upstairs"
until we can bare our flesh without being called a "slut"
until we can cover up without being called a "prude"
until what we wear no longer determines whether or not we are "asking for it"
until we stop coddling the rapist because he "had such a bright future"
until we stop telling the victim it was her own fault.
so yes, dear reader
i'm sick and tired of all these damn rape poems too
i hope this is the last rape poem anyone will ever need to write.