there is just something about todays society
something about who they want you to be
you cant even be who you want
without everything throwing a fit and being so blunt
who cares what you wear or what you believe
there is two different lives, theres a difference between you and me
heaven forbid you wear less clothes
youre a slut, a bitch, or just another hoe
but you cant be covered up
youre too uptight, too modest, you need to know how to loosen up
why the fuck does it matter, it is what is inside
you should be able to dress the way you want and flaunt it with pride
i wear crop tops and short shorts too,
does that make me a bad person, even though id take a bullet for you?
my body is shown and thats my choice
but because of your opinion i have no voice?
the human body is beautiful and i cannot lie
but because my stomach is out i have to pay a price?
of you calling me names and criticizing my life?
everyone thinking i want attention, whether it be from men or not
i am expressing self love and my inner thoughts
sexual assault victims have it hard.
it is all what we wear, that we were asking for it, it was only fair..
so what about the ones who dont dress up
the ones who look like theyve just woken up, or the ones without any make up
what is the excuse
there is none
i was wearing basketball shorts and my hair in a bun
a practice jersey with sweat dripping down my face
he looked at me like i was wearing some fucking see through lace
right after practice, smelling so bad
tells me hes proud of me like hes my fucking dad
making moves on me like im his fucking wife
when his wife is at home with his three kids, showing them how to write
he would be driving past my road taking picture of my house
and every time it would happen i would scream so loud
scared he would come over and me not know what to ldo
I would lock the doors, call my mom, just sit in my room
wondering when the next time would be, for him to assault me
not wanting to go to practice, because he would hurt me
he would say \"id never do anything to hurt you\"
and make me say it too
cut back my playing time if i didnt do what he wanted me to do
making me wear certain outfits
to please his eye
made me lose all faith in all other guys
I woke up in a hotel with him under the sheets
having a panic attack so bad that i could barely speak, trying to just act like im asleep, so nothing would happen to me
All of this, while another coach was in the room
I cried for help
he sat in the chair as if he was glued, watching my abuser in bed with me while it was rising his mood
he tried to get me a separate room with his own money, so he could abuse me
over and over
time again
making me sit by him on the bus and not with my friends
brain washing me to think i was all my fault
that i was in the wrong when he got caught
whats the excuse?
i was covered up
what does society have to say about the way HE fucked up?
somehow it always gets turned around on the victim
saying they wanted it , they started it, and then some
its a crazy world
that is so unfair
but out of all things
it doesn’t matter what you fucking wear
-mw