Don't obliterate me,
don't mutilate me,
I beg of you please,
Don't rob me of that
joy, not joy, peace,
Of sleeping next to
someone in their warm embrace,
While I instead wake
up in cold sweats,
Thinking of what you
did,
Or maybe you don't
want me to wake up at all,
For those 20 minutes
of action, my never-ending time of horror,
You'd rather I be
destroyed,
A voiceless cunt,
just waiting to be fucked,
Do you even know
what you're doing, I don't know anymore,
Because I didn't
think there could be so much evil in someone,
That you'd rather
insert things in me,
And see me cry while
you laugh in mirth,
About what, I have a
fucking clue, not,
I'm tired of having
to watch my way,
Look at every person
twice, wonder if I'll get home safe,
Wonder if my clothes
are too short or slutty,
Wonder if I'm giving
you mixed signals when I really am not,
As though every step
I take forward, could have easily been a fall,
I'm not gonna say
think of your sisters and mothers and people you love,
Because if you did,
I don't think we'd have to talk,
Instead think about
yourself, in a weird upturn of power,
Feeling helpless,
losing any sense of control,
Someone hurting you
so bad, you'd really rather die,
But hey, that's what
they call empathy you know,
If you had any idea
that feeling existed,
You'd be scared to
even touch a woman without thinking if that would hurt her,
Oh all you people
deserve a place in hell,
I can think of
nothing to stop you, nothing that hasn't already been said,
I refuse to bow
down, refuse to be tied down,
Hate me, shame me,
insult me,
I won't deny that
I'm scared.
But all you women
who have silently or not so silently borne that brunt,
I salute you for not
having given up your life,
For a bunch of
fucking morons,
Who actually
believed that "ruining" you, overpowering you was equivalent to
destroying you,
Ha, those dumb
idiots,
You, my woman, are a
lot bigger than that,
You have a lot left
to do, a lot more to feel,
Don't let this
temporary numbness get to you,
Even if no one tells
you this,
I'm here for you, I
support you, and no, it wasn't your fault,
I know I don't
really understand what you've gone through,
But I've cried for
you, screamed out loud for you,
Don't for a second
believe you don't have a voice,
Don't let yourself
believe this was a choice,
You let yourself
make in this cruel world,
I wish I could take away your pain, I really do,
Give yourself a
chance, let the pain break free,
And I promise I'll
try and change the small things I can around me,
Try creating small
safe spaces as much as I can,
Small spaces for you
to place your beautiful feet in,
While you walk with
your head held high.
Very depressing, I
know. But I am tired of ignoring all the pain I feel when I read about all the
people who have to go through this horrible thing that is rape, or when people
speak so lightly about rape without even wondering how they have no clue about
how it must be. I hate it. I needed to get it out. It brings tears to my eyes,
just thinking about these women who go through so much before they stop reliving
that horror, be it 2 minutes or 2 hours, before it stops pervading their lives.
Stop it, people. Teach your kids there is no need for passive aggression. Teach
your kids about equality, empathy and sympathy. Teach them that being sloshed
and being unaware of their surroundings does not dismiss them of their responsibility
towards humanity.
Tell them when you
get your period, tell them it hurts. Tell them you hate it when someone stares
at you. Tell them you dress for yourself, dress to be ready for the day, feel
great. Tell them that you sometimes, just sometimes, dress well to mask a whole bunch of insecurities, those if
you began to list out, would make you seem crazy. Stop assuming that people slept
with their bosses to get to where they are. Some might have, but that
assumption makes us hate someone else without even knowing them.
