You share his photo, but that doesn’t atone for your sins.

Brock Turner, is it?

Could be your name though, couldn’t it?

They say only 40% report rapes.

Well, I ain’t no snitch, but I hope this makes you nervous.

I don’t have evidence, but I hope this casts that little bit of doubt.

I see you- tall Mexican.

I see you- blonde with methed out teeth.

I see you- good little church boy.

I see you- freakishly tall country boy.

I see you- short Hispanic.

I see you- rich white kid.

Now, I ain’t no snitch, but I hope you see yourself there and are scared.

“Love conquers all evil.”

“Love does not keep a record of wrongs.”

But man, add it to my long list of messed up.

They’re disgusted with Brock, and I’m disgusted with you.

You think you’re better?

            Why? Because you yelled ‘please’ the whole time?

            Why? Because you stopped when you saw tears?

            Why? Because you were just young and curious?

            Why? Because you knew you weren’t the first?

            Why? Because you begged for a date after?

            Why? Because you got away with it?

Slow clap.

Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

My words don’t mean this is fact.

No one listens to me anyway.

This could very well be fictional,

But I hope it’s real as hell for you.

Sleep well.