Is it too much to ask
To ask for a space
Where a girl feels like saying ‘No’
Wouldn’t be out of place?
To see a court case
Where they didn’t ask what she wore
But whether or not her pussy was sore.
Where they didn’t ask if she was drunk
Because frankly, I don’t give a fuck.
In a world of excuses, deceit and blame,
Does society need words like ‘slut-shame’?
If I’m being indecent
But you see, your honor,
I don’t want to live
In a world where a girl
Can be so debauched
By a boy who cannot control where his crotch
In a world where she can’t say ‘No’
In world where she may wake to morning mild
And see by her bed the face of her child.
Though she sees a smile in her daughter’s round face
She can’t see past a menacing trace
Of that lonely night she cannot forget
That hoarse voice rasped “I know you want it”.
Then Goodwill stores, food stamps, ramen and fries.
And still she sees in her daughter’s eyes,
And recalls her violent, futile pleas,
As the cashier asks if she’d like extra cheese.
She saw her own tears.
And her own blurred lines.
And there in the car,
Duct tape on the front,
She called her daughter a bastard,
And herself a cunt.
She sped from the drive-thru
Leaving today’s sack.
Ignoring the sobs
From the kid in the back.
White knuckles on the wheel
And a foot on the gas
And a pounding heart
And a sickening crash.
And the car crumpled.
Both dead in a ditch
Cops, journalists, forensics glad
To be rid of the ‘welfare bitch’.
So you on the stand there,
But nothing will excuse you
Safe for one word: