Rape Culture
Rapist!
He is a rapist…
Like the boys who force their hands into cookie jars
Even after they are told NO
They take the NO and turn it into ON
Now it’s ON
GET. HIM. OFF. ME.
His strong legs are pressing onto her legs
To keep her thighs locked in a wide open position
GET. HIM. OFF. ME.
Her scream is wrenched low
As his body presses against hers
Her no’s are moans of pain
no, No, NO.
Maybe he can’t hear her
Maybe he doesn’t want to hear her
Stop!
GET. HIM. OFF. ME.
And when he’s done
He’s not the thief waiting in a dark alley
With a mask and a gun
He’s not the Fuckboy
Wearing his pants low and blasting rap music
He’s somebody’s brother
A father to a daughter
A gentleman, who has a way
With his words
Charming, Charismatic and cunning.
And she is not
The girl with tasteless tattoos,
Dressed in crop tops and bum shorts
No.
She doesn’t even occasionally smoke weed
Before he thieved her innocence
She was actually a virgin
Now she’s just another girl
With a shattered hymen
Long after the incident
She still takes long showers
Trying to figure out how to
Wash him off her skin
Pray. They say.
Where was Jesus
In her moment of crucifixion?
Mamma always begged
‘Watch out for the badboys’
But what about
The boys who can never take NO for an answer?
Boys trapped in a man’s body
With their childish minds
Encouraging their false sense of entitlement
To access a woman’s body.
Rapist!
He is a rapist
Quit the stereotypes and
DEAL WITH RAPE CULTURE!