rapeculture
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A slave in massas feilds and a slave
in massas sheets
His plae grown body pressed
on her like cleats
His grip on her 14 year old body felt like
years of pain
Weighing her down like heavy metal
You determine my worth from the length of my skirt
You shame me for my femininty
my worth is my own, my power is my sexuality
you're afraid of the power we hold
because under all the folds you can see our strength
Rape Culture
I was raped.
He took it all away.
And what could Athena do?
I do not blame her. She gave me power.
He Held My Hand
By:Bella White
He held my hand today!
For no particular reason
But, he didn’t hold it in a nice fashion.
All I want is to be free.
free of the demons that haunt my nights
Laughing in glee as my eyes droop down.
His face fades into place like the cheshire cat.
I’m not okay.
I’m sitting on the bathroom tiles,
Crying,
Screaming,
Hurting.
The blade glides merrily across my arm,
Slice
Dear Mr. John, I see you in the corner a stalking predator that looks more like a prey.
You clutch your fists to refrain what your hands wish to say.
Your eyes entangled with how my curvy hips seem to sway.
America, the brave?
More like America the Slave.
Founded on the oppression
Of millions, and millions.
Our ideals of freedom are only for those
Ofcourse America is in good shape... great shape even.
I saw him in a hoodie taking a jog one day..he was 6 ft, dark male... um looking suspicious though, so I made
Why cant you just teach me
teach me how to walk the city streets
without wondering if i will make it home
teach me that i can wear that
black leather skirt with that
red V-neck with out
He claims to commit crimes,
of only the teenage kind.
"It was just lust",
he wanted to feel up her bust.
How innocent, how mature,
he wanted to take his supposed date behind a dumpster.
I have a few things left that I need to let go. The scar tissue tells the story that I haven't told. I didn't know it was human trafficking. Picked us up dropped us off, motivated us to sell their magazine's.
Changes don’t happen overnight;
but if they did, think of it this way:
dusk is the beginning of the bad stuff.
The darkness sets in slowly,
and then all at once,
There was a conversation that never happened
Not even a deleted scene
More like a storyboard
Lost
An idea cut from the first draft
And you are costarring
This is a rape poem
but i am male
impossible you say
fuck you
i trusted this man
he was my friend
a few years older
we played hide and seek
with the rest of our friends
A scarlet dress for blood spilt
ripped blouse for flesh marred.
Ladders in the stockings,
a rung for every blow landed.
Scuffed shoes from hard kicks
bruise gorged eyes permanently closed
NO she said
does no mean yes?
we know you know better than that
you did what you did because you wanted to
it wasn't her fault
you can't blame the way she dressed
the way she talked
Long pale faces split with wicked grins,
Dark sunken spaces where the eyes should have been.
Strong careless hands stealing life from beneath tattered cotton,
Is there anything but
The harsh reality of today's world
To look forward to?
Children dream of
The freedom of adulthood
While adults yearn for
The ignorant bliss
Of childhood.
They whistle and howl
Am I just a piece of meat?
Faster, wolves devour
Note to Reader:
I am a woman.
I expect to able to walk down the street and not fear for my safety.
I am a woman.
There were lights, and music, and drinks,
and people were swaying and laughing.
I'm sure it was late and
the drinks made your insides feel warm and
you did not expect anything more than a party.
I saw this image of this young girl who was laying on the floor,
I had to look closer and I saw she didn't have no clothes on,
I judged at first I can admit,
like what the hell is this?
You only see them laugh
But in silence they pray,
Please god,
Don't let me be the girl,
That this happens to today,
You'll joke about her pain,
Hashtag Jadapose,
Pretend it's a game,
When I was in third grade,
My dad got me confused with my brother and called me “son,”
I still feel their hands when I sleep
Often times I wake with a leap
My breath constricted in a silent plea
While my hands scramble for my lover to hold me
I hear too many jokes about someone being raped
A bone shivering day in February,
I stay at a friend's house with a few of my friends.
My friend's parents happen to have a friend over.
He's nice enough, and he drinks for hours on end.
You know what makes me tick?
Rape culture in society.
Women (and men) are forced to live in anxiety
and it makes me sick.
I hate living in a world
where the first question
I hear that boys will be boys
that we condone rape
that our father figures allow it
that we objectify our women
we turn a blind eye because we think its cool
When I was five years old,I heard that boys stood when they peed.Angry and jealous,I dragged my princess panties down to my ankles,Held my skirt above my belly button,
You make me ill,
With your kind words
And not so secret stares.
I feel your gaze on my body.
It touches my face, my arms, and my chest.
We both know you aren’t hunting for my heart.
a rush comes with anger
with the aftertaste of
Shame
naive to the notion
that it could happen to me
Shatter worthy like a glass of milkCrack into each part of usefulPin little bits of memory into the toughest parts of that meat.Spread dignityMalleable melted butterWon’t fight youJust fulfilling duty
I am a real piece of work
And that much about me will never change
I’ll change the world with words
The same way you changed me
You made me a worrier
Excuse me
Dreaming is what got me here.
I used to dream that all the power would be in my hands,
but here I am pressed against the ceiling
this cement ceiling.
You fed me words
that made me hunger,
The patriarchy
Self-congratulatory
of its own bias.
The working women
Polishing her glass ceiling
weeps for potential.
The conservatives
attack her choice as murder
But her life counts too.
