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It’s called RAPE

After committing a crime

After taking away my “pride”

You turned to the world and say that I’ve lied

That it’s fake tears that I’ve cried

 

You said he raped you? You should have reported it

There would be evidence of abrasion from his penetration

But my fear is when I come with my doctor’s report

He’d say I wanted it

That I liked it rough

 

Maybe silence is my answer

Cause when I was a child, that worked

So when my uncles would call, I would answer

They told me to keep it hush else it’s me my mama would flog

 

I’ve grown up with this burden

And so many directions to prevent a second occurrence from happening

“Don’t wear that or don’t speak back, and don’t walk alone at night”, like I’m some priced property

Like I’m waiting for the one entitled to that piece of my body

 

Maybe this is what I was born for

To be taken advantage of

To be told what to do and where to go and never let my ugly truth fall

To look perfect even when I’m not

To hold bruises and scars and memories that are never to be spoken of

 

But I’m sick and tired and I can see I’m not the only one

Hello sisters... let’s tell our stories one by one

That’s one way to root out this curse

 

KCO III