'feminism' 'women' 'men' 'sexual assault'
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(June 2022)
The locked door broken open
A knife in the bathroom
Blood on bedsheets and towels
Promiscuous girl
Or so they thought
She wonders with a giant scarlet letter over her head
But she said stop.
Her back hit the bed and she was out
If I went back in time
To steal his favorite toy
The boy
Might think
I did him wrong
Might think
What a bitch she is for taking what's mine
Find my favorite toy
they say that
Medusa was the villain.
wrong and evil,
a force against nature,
and yet all at once a victim
of her own malfeasance.
and yet,
in "re-writing" a myth,
we bring to light
From jelly sandals to heels and stilettosFrom giggles to bedroom sounds and echoesI couldn't wait to grow up,but little did I know that this adult world was so fucked up
No.
Repeat it back to me.
No, you say.
The thick blanket of unconsciousness threatens to suffocate me.
My eyes shouldn't close because I am not safe.
Clammy palms, Closing throat
Why didn’t I know?
I saw the clues but I would’ve never imagined this dude
Pressing himself onto me like I’m just a hot piece of meat
Women the one screaming
Who's the one striking
The men or the society
What is the anxiety
Crying in the corner
No one's there with an armor
Feeling lonely and isolated
Everything is underrated
