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A when your voice is lost in an ocean of voices

Miss Dahlia
Miss Dahlia 31 Dec 2017 Tag: lost 1 comments, leave your own..

Society says,
when he pries open
your legs, like a burglar
pries open a locked door,
do not fight him.

If you are in this position,
it is your own fault that
you have left yourself
vulnerable.

When you come clean about it
in an outcry, you will be dissected
like a frog on the autopsy table,
your words will be cut open
and taken apart. Go ahead and
cry but do not cry

rape.

They will examine your outfit, determine
the amount of exposed skin you flaunted,
and the level of alcohol in your blood
as though these are adequate triggers
for a man’s need for power,
for dominance, for the way
he treated your body as a playground
instead of sacred ground.

Every poet will tell you
they are tired of hearing rape poems,
and I get it, I do.

I am tired
of writing
them.

Words: 149 / Updated: 31 Dec 2017 / © Copyright

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carlosjackal 6 months, 1 week ago New Comment

This is absolutely brilliant.....I'm also wishing for the day when no girl or woman ever has the need to write a rape poem.

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