I’m sorry that all that we really ask is to live our lives
And not be harrassed
I’m sorry that you can’t control yourself but maybe for once think of somebody else
To the little girl crying under the covers cuz “men can’t help it” as she’s had to discover
Years later, she works up the courage to reveal her truth, to expose the pig who took her innocent youth
But The world turns sour quickly and is fast to accuse, the little girl much too naive to refuse
They blame her clothes, her looks, or even her actions
“He is a man, he can’t help his attractions”
But what about when she screamed let me go
When she bruised from how he touched her below
They shrug it off, they ignore her pain
Say they care, then quickly forget her name
She gets no justice, her rapist walks free
She still flinches when touched, but that they don’t see
One fateful day she decides she can’t take it anymore
Takes a bottle of pills then falls to the floor
So next time you choose blame and criticize
Think of your mother, your sister, your daughter and empathize

If You Like This You May Like

Sweet Transvestite

Sweet Transvestite

It's me again. I made this script for my AP European History (yes, I'm boasting) final project, but I feel it would fit in this site kinda well, so here. All the credit goes to the research paper I found that morning (should be at the bottom of the script)Preface:...

Advocate for Change

Advocate for Change

Change is the law of life. Nothing is perfect and everything needs evolution, improvements, and change either on a smaller level or a bigger level. Each organization, institution, community, and even the smallest unit, citizens, need changes from time to time. As time passes by, everyone’s perspective of understanding the world keeps evolving, and then they see the flaws and need for changes in this world. Most of them ignore it, but those who get concerned about it and wish to implement the changes are called Changemakers, an unbiased community that seeks the betterment of the society going beyond the barriers of caste, race, region, and religion.

Land of the Beaten and Home of the Self Righteous

Land of the Beaten and Home of the Self Righteous

The generational trauma of my ancestors Still store themselves within my teenage mind. I flinch at sudden movements of a cis white male And begin reciting my eulogy through my head. I did not get the chance to message my mother goodbye.
“Go back to where you came from!” already forgetting That their foundation was built upon the backs of The beated, bruised, and dark skinned.