Have you heard the story of the girl who cried rape?
You’d hope that would never happen, for her sake.
, but she cried and cried, you couldn’t take it anymore
You’re just ready to slam this lying child to the floor
, so you pull and you push while she cries and she screams, the blood starts to trickle in a steady sweet stream
You snap out of your dream, but it’s too late.
This poor girl was a sick man’s bate.
You start to realize her cry of rape was real,
Her cold body, so sad, so still.
You then remember; it was you who raped her, yes you.
For the rest of your life, you will be waiting for her to come to.
Don’t you remember? It was you who hurt her, who wanted her poor cries to stop.
I was she, you were on top.
You then remember that day in class;
You were looking through a looking glass.
You saw, but you didn’t believe.
You did, but were never relieved.
So on you go, to more women and girls,
,Addicted to their luscious curls.
Until you too, is soon to get caught, raped,
a lesson learned, justice taught.
2007-11-20
03:54:42
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