Marine

Hip-ho-laydee-o

You lay-uff

Rye-t, lay-uff

Parris Island appeared in the darkest night

Oh, what a dreadful and heartbreaking sight

As they screamed, pointed, whined and ran us

Beyond our grey bus, with vigor and irritating fuss.

I thought of how my brother talked me blue in the face

How the Marines would improve my employment pace

I could serve my country, be provided a valuable skill

I learned my M-16 was not a gun but my weapon to kill.

I also learned the Navy would’ve been quite gravy

And deployments on water would’ve proved wavy

Oh if I would’ve known the bias of us so called BAM’s

Oh if I could’ve shown I gave less than a good damn’s.

I probably would’ve ended up less a Veteran Marine

I probably wouldn’t fight so hard to prove bias unseen

But I care, and dare Uncle Sam to deny our claims

I dare anyone to deny sexual assault does not remain.

My soul almost rotted and just about died

To find myself again was the hardest I ever tried

But onward I march with my depressed head held high

For God I live, but for this branch I won’t serve to die.

Memoirs of a Military Sexual Assault Victim!