Yes another rape poem

You're a slut they say
You asked for it
You looked me in my eyes and bit your lip and laughed at my jokes
You wore those jeans so tight that I could see the inside of your body begging for me to open the door and come in
They said I wanted it
No
I needed it
No wait
I asked for their hand around my throat
They're fingers twisted in my hair
Them inside of me
Stripping me of all my worth
Breaking down my walls like a crane swinging through an old vacant building
But by the time they were done I had blacked out
Helpless
Broken down and left for dead
Bleeding out like a deer shot by a hunter
They gutted me open and took out everything from inside me and stuffed me with their desires
As I lay there like a rag doll
Beautiful and still
You called me a slut because i refused to give into your needs so you took it
But don't worry you won't see me crying
Instead I will simply pull up my tight jeans, fix my hair, reapply my cherry red lips and walk out into the world unafraid to use the voice that you have now given me
Because i am not a slut and I did not ask for it