rape culture

tell me, did my outfit entice you?

the sight of my stomach

my upper thighs

my bare shoulders

my breasts

it must have been my fault

because of the way that i dressed

perhaps it was my flirting

drinking

dancing too

that made you believe you had the right

to do what you wanted to do

you had done it before

what's one more?

for you've always gotten your way

up to this day

keep quiet, i could not

my body wouldn't let me

i fell ill with the stress

of keeping it with me

sister, oh sister

please help me

but don't tell our parents

for i fear they'll resent me

the opposite was true

for they tried to help me through

it was the justice system

that made me feel blue

female detectives with the same idea

as those predator boys

that my outfit

my drinking

my flirting insinuated that i was a sex toy

they put me through hell

just to tell me my rapist was blameless

fast forward seven years

and i still cannot shake this

the shame

the pain

the feelings of being insane

all the same reasons

my sisters have pain

you see, our society is built

on protecting the man

if you speak up

you'll be blamed

in this twisted rape culture game

seek sisterhood with the good ones

it's what got me through

continue our fight together

maybe one day

they'll believe our stories are true