what really irks me
is when i tell others the secret
the pain
the repetition
the molesting
and they still talk with the culprit
smiles
giggles
yet dare tell me that they believe me
after i spent restless nights crying
after i suffered mental abuse
after i suffered physical abuse
my "loyal" ladies,
my "noble" men,
do you not fear for your life?
do you not quiver at the thought of him putting his hands on you or another woman?
do you not tremble when he speaks of the bodies of women?
do you not ache for me or other potential victims when he mutters my name?
