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

This poem is about: 
Me
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