It Wasn't My Fault
One too many can ruin it all,
Sadly she had to learn that the hard way.
went out that night with friends
And you went and took that memory away
Replacing it with one that makes the black hair, brown eyed girl shrink away.
It is a ones right to say yes or no and
No-one should ever feel otherwise.
She should not have had to pray for it to all be over
Should NOT have had to shut her eyes and fight back tears but
You took that into your own hands.
That night…
I turned into a statistic.
The black haired, brown eyed girl was me.
I can not look in a mirror without feeling disgusted with myself.
Do you know what that feels like?
In my mind, I have taken a black marker and written
BLAME
Across my body.
SHAME
In my eyes.
Every 98 seconds, one person in the United States is
sexually assaulted
That is roughly 321,500 victims a
1 out of every 6 women age 12 or older are sexually assaulted
That is too many people put into a situation where their voice is taken away.
Do you know what it’s like to wake up night after night
the feeling that it’s happening over and over again.
Any idea what it’s like to let out the loudest sob and cry yourself to sleep
And wake up on a wet pillow with stains on your face
Where your makeups has run because you didn’t take it off?
To the one who took my voice, there’s nothing left for me to say.
On the outside, I plaster a smile and laugh pretending to be ok when really,
I’m screaming and pleading for someone to see that I’m not.
Those coffee-colored eyes now stare into space vacant and filled with shame