Your hands on my body,
invaded, faded..
Into the wall trying dissapear,
this has actually become quite severe.
No is a word for the women on the streets,
when older men talk too girls who could be their niece.
It escalates, the women can't fight back.
yeah, they take advantage sometimes like that.
August nights you're walking home.
you asked if you could use my phone,
I don't know why I thought that was right,
I know I can't put up a fight.
Instead of my phone you grabbed me,
I screamed out "Help, please let me be!"
It was no use, I was stuck and scared.
Your hands were on my thighs, bare.
Your hands travel up me like roads reaching a dead end,
except you didn't plan on stopping,
you were a rose with a million thorns,
ripping my dignity too shreds.
By now I had given up,
it was like if I moved I might blow up
no one around too hear the sound,
we became faded into the background.
Too this day nobody knows,
what that man did, my mouth stays closed.
but that man didn't reach his destination,
I was saved, he's stuck with no affiliation.
Rape culture remains a secret, victims don't go and try too seek it,
we aren't asking for it, or giving you permission.
because there isn't any contradiction.
Our body's aren't made as a looking glass, men these days need too gain some class.
Rape culture wasn't made for you or for me, but it can't be ignored,
guys think rape is something too do when their bored.
they will make you feel like you're worthless,
after their done, you have too find your own purpose.
Rape culture wasn't made for this girl or that,
it was made as an excuse too start up chitchat
about girls body's that are like test objects at best,
that guys retake and retake untill they will pass.
