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My Voice


It happened to me

It can happen to anyone 

It happened in my own apartment 

It happened in my own bed

I knew him

I trusted him 

My no meant nothing cause he kept going 

He looked me in the eyes

As I was beggining him to stop 

I spoke, but I wasn't heard 

I begged, but no mercy 

I cried, yet no sympathy 

Your selfish desires consumed you 

My "Nos" went right through you

I could cry and be ashamed 

I could be silent and be the one to blame 

Or  I can take a stand 

And have my voice heard

Without a voice

I leave no choice 

But to allow this to happen again 

To allow such things to be okay

It is not okay

My voice will be present and persistent 

No longer dismissive 

It wasn't heard then

But it will be heard now

He degraded me

He violated me

But he did not destroy me

Rape will not define me

I'm gonna take control now 

I'm gonna be heard 

 

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