Dear Rapist, it was three years ago now.

That lonely day when you defiled me

Where I screamed and cried for you to please go.

My fight was for naught unfortunately.

You left me there, ravaged and abandoned

Tears in my clenched eyes, blood between my legs,

Clothes ripped, my body aching, no love, and

Robbed of innocence, you ignored my begs.

Now, I am strong. You can't hurt me again,

For I love myself and you can't stop me

From being me when you're barely a man

And I know how to love who I can be.

So, I am not, nor ever was your whore.

Sincerely, not your victim anymore.