To Brock Turner

I’ve heard of guys like you my entire life

The type to dumpster dive

Instead of revive

There were times I wished I’d died

If I died, you would’ve taken everything

Including my voice


Your Dad must be so proud of you

Your Dad will stay defending you

Your Dad is partially to blame for teaching you to take without asking

Or to ask without listening before taking part in


This family disease that you’ll pass down to your son

I hope you have daughters


You may not be able to swim

But you swam inside me for days

My body,

my mind

I guess your Dad was just happy that you’re such a good swimmer



I may have spoken out, but I will have trouble sleeping and I always will

This poem is about: 
My country


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