Do you know what you did?
Do you remember?
Are you ashamed?
I wish you were,
but I know you aren't.
You pushed me down.
You pinned my arms.
You grabbed my waist.
You forced a kiss.
I told you to stop
I told you to stop
I told you to stop.
But it was as if you couldn't hear.
The next day I cried
I cried
I cried.
The next day I didn't have the courage to go to school
but I did it anyway.
That day when I saw you, I panicked.
You didn't even look my way.
I was thinking,
did you remember?
You might have been high,
I don't know.
I was scared to tell anyone.
Scared
Scared
Scared.
I was ashamed I let it happen.
Ashamed
Ashamed
Ashamed.
I shouldn't be ashamed though.
It happened, and it shouldn't have.
Am I supposed to be scared to report a crime?
No.
I'm not.
But I am anyway.
Want to know why?
Because the people who do the things they do are scary.
They threaten us to the point where we don't feel safe at night,
safe on the street,
safe in our own homes.
You have the ability to make us scared,
and you exploit that as much as possible.
