“My rape poem is my sophomore year of high school:
My past crawls up behind me and teases me 3 boys sit and joke about rape drugs and college parties A shiver down my spine and I ask them to please stop, it’s never funny They continue as a mockery, and judge me as an over sensitive bitch I chime “you never know who a victim is, your own mother could be. You have no idea” one boy quickly corrects me “well I don’t think moms would put themselves out there like that” with a laugh to the males surrounding him implying how ridiculous my feelings are
My rape poem is “shut up ill rape you” is a comeback with no second thought I request a thought be given;
In reply I get uncomfortable questions and stares Yet all comfort is found
in a light hearted threat to rape your best friend My rape poem is “Have you ever been raped?” causally asked in a classroom my junior year of high school when I asked a student to not say “I raped that test” My rape poem is
My high school preformed Young Frankenstein as the school musical-
The monster created kidnaps the Doctors fiancé
He rapes her and during the rape she starts to sing joyous song because she has finally fell in love because the monster has a big penis. They marry each other. My rape poem is
Everyone in the audience cackles, not understanding right there in that high school auditorium, every single person is taking away my right to be serious every single teenage boy in that audience will have a small understanding that if a women doesn’t like you raping her just keep going and soon she’ll fall in love with you and your huge dick. My rape poem is
My brother telling me “if you dress like a slut you’ll be treated like one” and telling me rape jokes don’t hurt anyone. There simply jokes My rape poem is I can’t tell anyone in my family my past because I fear the judgment I fear that they will genuinely lose trust in me and take away my freedoms because I allowed myself to be held down and taken over I’m so so sorry mom
I mean that My rape poem is
1 and 3 women will/have been sexually assaulted while 1 in 73 men will/have been sexually assaulted My rape poem is It is not physically impossible for a women to rape a man. It happens. It is real. So why is it that in my class room at least 10 girls have/or will be sexually assaulted but there is a chance not a single boy will ever be sexually assaulted in his entire life. Why is my culture making women typical subjects of sexual assault. My rape poem is
Rape culture makes women a target before they are in the range, and makes men the shooter before they hold a gun. Rape culture teaches men cannot be raped because there is no sort of sexual activity a man would not enjoy. Rape culture teaches women they must be silent. They must cry in their sleep at night and in the day laugh along with the rape jokes and pull up their shirts to cover there irrefutable breast that will distract boys from high test scores My rape poem is I will be fucking loud. I will scream from the bottom of my lungs like I should have in the 8th grade
I will scream to not joke about rape and to put a drunk girl to sleep and to fuck school dress code and anyone who says “she’s a slut” for pursuing natural sexual desires. I will yell and punch and kick and everyone will stare at me uncomfortably as I point out how wrong they are and that their jokes and conversations should come with trigger warnings My rape poem is I cannot shower with a man in the house without a locked door, I’m drowning in my own past in the fear it will repeat in the future and I cannot sleep at night because my trust of humanity has been stripped away slowly by every single rape joke replied giggles like my entire sense of safety is just a laugh. A simple joke My rape poem is PTRD (Post Traumatic Rape Disorder) was googled by my ex boyfriend of two years after I confessed my night terrors a list of my characteristics began to fill his computer screen and not until then did he began to feel sorry for me and understand why I constantly had panic attacks if he made a sexual advantage towards me at the wrong time My rape poem is I’m a slut because I love sex now Sex is so wonderful, the rhythm and connections made between two people to go together so beautifully is a work of art and I believe if you desire it pursue all that your heart desires in a safe measure. People link the two together, like sex and rape are similar There are not similar Sex is awkward and raw. Two people connecting like a root intertwines in the soil and creates a beautiful flower Rape is planned and forced. One person thinking my goddamn feelings don’t matter. That my repeated no’s are just sounds of the wind and will shrink away in the air I’ve been told my rape must have “not been that bad” since now I favor rough sex My rape poem is That ‘rape poem’ is a category of poems That feminist is not an interchangeable synonym with human That rape culture is the definition of my culture My rape poem is no more a poem but a demand. A demand to look around you Look into your sons views Look at the example you and your partner set for your children Please, raise your sons and daughters the same teach your son about rape just like you teach your daughters Because I will yell and yell and yell Until I am choked by death it’s self But I will leave a mark on this earth; Just like he left marks on my wrist My yells will echo for decades like my screams during my panic attacks and maybe just maybe
My rape poem will still be here one day sprawled on the page of a high school text book. A text book written by a Hispanic lesbian woman paid a dollar for every single dollar every other gender, race, and sexuality makes”
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