How Lucky I am

I spoke to a victim of sexual assault today

Slowly sipping her beer, intoxicated 

"It was my fault. I put myself in that position." 

Her words broke through the smoke of her cigarette

His hands-on himself, the barrier of lace around her ankles open to any form of assault

As her friend sleeps on the couch

"I was lucky. It could've been so much worse." 

How lucky it is to be a woman 

How lucky it is that if not penetrated, the line between normal and victimized becomes blurred

How lucky it is that I'd grown into a society that normalizes tearing women down until a man's masculinity feels restored

I am to be aware of where I am, what I drink, what I wear, 

Because if I had followed these rules placed on my shoulders like the women before me, then it never would've happened

I am always in control, and if that control is taken away, I allow it 

The man that groupes unconscious women is normal to have desires 

And as a woman, I chose to lower my guard around him 

No matter what the situation is, it should be instilled in me to have known 

How lucky I am to be a woman