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