They tell us not to get raped
But never tell them not to rape
They don’t think its okay
When a girl says NO
They’ll continue anyway
But when they ask
All they say is
She wanted it, she is used to it
Sure they’ll listen to her story
But they’ll believe him more
And then the few silly questions
That come thereafter
WHAT WERE YOU WEARING?
WERE YOU DRINKING?
IS IT JUST A MISUNDERSTANDING?
But they never ask if she said yes
Even after she explains to them the feeling
That she was no longer in control of her body
Her mouth covered, she couldn’t speak
Held down, she couldn’t move
What else could she do?
She just laid there
As he ripped of her clothes
Kissing her neck and saying
How good she felt
She was just waiting for someone to come in
Just wishing for it to end
When he finished, he left saying;
THAT WAS GREAT
She left not even comprehending
That she had just been raped
Now you call the poor girl
To stand in a court to justify
Why she was smoking and drinking
Why she was wearing SUCH clothes
And why she didn’t report that night
Is it not silly to say CHOICE is given to one, whose VOICE is taken away? No its not just silly, its TRAGIC!
You say she had a choice but no! She didn’t, she lost her voice!
© Iyunade Beecroft