When it happened to me I was Thirteen.
I wore baggy dark clothes and always kept my head down.
I was innocent and didn't know what was happening
When it happened to me I was attacked just because I'm female
I was weak, vulnerable.
When it happened to me I was Thirteen
I didn't even have a boyfriend.
So tell me how it my fault.
Tell me how my three times to large baggy sweat shirt, t-shirt and jeans wear too revealing.
Tell me how I should have been more careful
How I shouldn't have been there to begin with.
When in reality..
When it happened to me I was Thirteen,
At home in bed asleep.
Stop blaming the victim because of what we wear.
It shouldn't matter because they really don't care.
Stop saying that they shouldn't have been there.
Because if it really is just boys being boys then we are never safe.
Because of boys will be boys and it's our fault
Then why isn't everyone one of us molested or raped?
Because the fact of the matter is simple.
It's an excuse to not change their perverted behavior.
They don't want to change the way they look and view women.
When it happened to me I was Thirteen
But it was fault because I shouldn't have been dressed like that.
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoesiaThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
