*Trigger Warning* - this poem includes sexual assault.
I’m fully convinced most men don’t know the meaning behind the word ‘no’
They hear it, but refuse to believe an 'inferior' gender actually says so
“Do you realize how lucky you are to have me?” He scoffs, as he picks up clothes off my floor. I give a half ass smile, only to distract myself from the pain of the night before.
Why is he still here? Am I that much of a coward to throw a man out of my own room? And when I say man, I do not mean a man, but a foul, tragic excuse of human existence. And dare I say his learned behavior of persistence comes from some sort off assistance. The apple does not fall far from the tree, this time.
What gave him the wild impression that my body was his crime?
Yes, I missed all the red flags, perhaps I can blame it on time.
But he was cunning as hell, and fast as enzymes
All I know is my heart is broken and the toxins are flowin’
My brain is on fire and my body is dire and I am tired
But I kept going back to him, always wanting more. He was the easiest drug I just happen to adore. Despite the bruises and screaming, I never left that war
My back aches more than usual
Yeah, reporting him may seem constitutional
But in my eyes, it’s delusional
Not because what he did to me is excusable
But I feel the past hours have physically aged me
And is his finger not tired from pushing the control key?
He used me, abused me, confused and disapproved me
But I’m the one left lying in the dirt
No soul to take, not one ounce to hurt
Because no sound is louder than the absolute silence of the nothingness that remains within my bones
Between my groggy eyes and him between my thighs, waking up to someone I thought I had trusted, instead he is now thrusting as I wake up to him taking full advantage of my body...
A body I thought he once loved, but now is merely an object
Dear Lord, I beg you. Please have mercy on me
Because he is now one of the 97 that is walking free
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