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Thu, 12/12/2019 - 05:46 -- Rosehal

BEFORE YOU READ THIS PEOM INVOLVES RAPE

 

Look down

Keep your phone out

"Take" a call

That way he won't go after you.

 

Don't look

Don't smile 

Don't laugh

Don't crack a joke

Don't enjoy yourself

Because that's consent, right?

 

If he is your boyfriend, that's consent, right?

 

Oh you have anxiety

Oh you have depression

Oh you have a dissociation disorder 

That means you're faking it, right? 

 

You are scared as you feel him on you, you close your eyes, hoping, praying that someone will save you. 

No one comes. 

 

You black out. 

Oh my god You blacked out! 

Yes, I did cause I couldn't handle it. 

 

Someone else is in control!

Wait, what?! 

What's going on

Where am I

What happened 

 

*gasp and cover mouth* 

 

I remember 

 

I remember his hands on me

Taking my clothes off 

 

"I love you baby" 

"I'll never hurt you baby" 

"You're ok with this right baby?"

 

Silence 

 

Because you don't know what to do. 

 

If you agree. It's your fault. 

If you don't. It's still your fault

See the victim always asks for it, right? 

 

Because of those short skirts 

Because of those tight shirts

Because you feel unconditional in a bra so you don't wear one 

ITS YOUR FAULT FOR GETTING RAPED

 

I can still feel it. 

He puts his hands around my neck

Yes he is smaller than me but yet he is stronger 

 

I can't breathe!

 

"No one will know about this right baby?"

 

Baby

Baby

Baby

Why does he call me that? 

A baby. 

 

Something you care for and look after. 

 

Something you love with all your heart. 

Not something you force yourself onto. 

 

See we would dream of a perfect life

Perfect job

Perfect marriage 

Perfect family 

 

Is this perfect?

 

Is this what I want?

 

I see girls, younger than I was, on the news 

"He used me. He made me feel worthless" 

I understand them. Cause it happened to me. Yet no one does anything. I mean why would they. 

 

A white man wouldn't rape a little girl, right? 

 

No. The victims are faking it. 

 

So is this America? Where the rapist gets away and the victims are the ones that are punished?

If so...

I will go...

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

kewlkid49

that was so on point...

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