How was I to know?
I never learned what would happen.
I was told that if I did not do it,
I would not need to know the rest.
How could I have suspected, that there was poison in my drink
when I was never warned about it.
I thought boys had the right to me
I had never been told otherwise, so when he touched me I did not even blink.
Oh and it felt good, but I really do not remember.
My head was fuzzy and the next thing I know, I am naked on the bed.
You and your friends stood around me, and I knew that this was wrong.
But I blacked out again, I really do not remember.
When I could I called my mom,
to tell her what happened
but instead of helping my mom disowned me, and called me a slut.
It was one time, I swear it.
God do you hate me too?
The police just asked what I was wearing
they thought I asked for it.
I see the boys every day, and they spread rumors that I begged.
Girls called me whore, and slut, and bitch.
Guys called me easy, saying I would put out for anyone.
But I was traumatized, and hate that no one believes me.
Did I deserve it? What did I do?
I was dancing and having fun
I do not even know you.
Why do you hate me, I had no choice
I do not even remember, and for that I am not credible, and I lost my voice.
You taught me it was my fault, that I brought it on myself.
You said that the others weren't at fault, because I could not defend myself.
You never showed me how to say no
you never showed us the dangers.
How many other girls will pay for a huge mistake you made?