This is our truth, tell us yours
this is a poem about rape, you wont like it
I just want to be able to scream the next time I am raped
is it too much to ask
to hear footsteps running down the hall
to feel arms around me, to be comforted
the first time I literally did not know how to stay stop
a correct use of literally in a poem, I deserve extra points for that
in the lexicon of rape poems, of screams into the night
literally not knowing the words for stop, please stop, please no more
should surely get extra marks for grammar, if nothing else.
The next time I am raped I just want to scream stop
and not worry about the investigation
about the people who will say I brought it on myself
that since I cannot consent, this was inevitable
because thats all I am,
someone to be raped
thats how you see me,
and who is the you of this piece?
Not you, not the concerned liberal, who has feelings
who wants to debate, as I am raped
who sees both sides, as the hand is pressed over my mouth
who worries about objectification as I become an object, lost in myself
the first time I was raped I did not know the words
the first time I was raped I could not scream,
the last time I was raped I could not scream
the first time I was raped no one could hear me
the last time I was raped no one wanted to hear me
once I was a child, now I am a sex worker,
once I was raped
twice I was raped
times beyond counting, I was raped.
and you turn away, because I repeat that word
an ugly word, shall we chose a nicer one?
a word that means you do not turn away
is there such a word?