1 in 5…
Why are people not more upset,
And jumping at their seats?
Why are we not screaming louder
So I am on not the only one who has to scream,
For seven years and counting
And since January 16th on…
They say that in seven year
My body will do a miracle
That every cell in my body will be made new
And every cell you once touched will no longer exist
So I sit here
Counting down the days until you have no longer touched my hand
But with each day I am reminded that you did much more than simply touch me
You took part of my soul
And that is something I can never take back…
Forget the fake that I trusted you
Forget the fact that I thought you cared
Because I thought you all cared
Yet for a month I walked around in fear
The fear that I would be called a liar and a bitch
That the blame would be put on me
So I took it
I said I cheated
And that it was all my fault
Because that is what the voices said
They told me I knew what was going to happen when I walked into that room
And maybe I shouldn’t have drank so much
But no one blamed you…
Not until they say the years flash before their eyes
And the tears stain my checks like ink…
No until I broke it was my burden to bare…
My burden that you raped me…
And to this day I have to live with the 13 pages that judge sent
Detail what he said were all my lies…
Why would I lied about this
Seriously when was the last time someone got robbed and you questioned if it really happened
You can replace what a robber took
Or fix wounds of an assault
But you can never fix me
Or replace what I once had
Because rape it takes more from you than any man’s hands will ever grasp…
And it wouldn’t be so bad if this hasn’t happened before
If I could say I was the only one…
But one in five women
And one in thirty three men
Will feel the tearing not out of something they never knew they had….
The numbers are too high
These people shouldn’t be
People getting hurt