"Rape Poem To End All Rape Poems" by Rutgers University
we were in his room, after the party, lights dim, a few drinks in and then everything was warm and smoothed over, then this moment quickly punctured by supposedly sweet whispers that felt like barbed wire. Trust me. Oh come on. Dont you love me. His hands pushed me back.
WARNING: Its that time again, Time for another Rape poem. The audience sighs, just back in their seats. oh boy you say, these bitches are about to go on. on about rape and pain. and no. i said no. he didnt listen. and you ask why another rape poem. didnt i just hear like 3 of these? yeah you probably did. im surprised in a country where someone is sexually assualted every 2 minuets. but surpisingly these people get shit for telling their stories. they are all lumped in to one catagory "Rape Poems". as if trama is a trope, pianation a cleishay, all while you sit back and ask why so many damn rape poems. We wouldnt need so many damn rape poems if american , Had listened the 1st time! These poems are our prayers to beat the fucking odds in this country. Of apple pie and roofies, we wouldnt need so many damn rape poems if Our bodies were OURS alone! We wouldnt need so many Damn rape poems if everyone knew what NO meant. We wouldnt need so many Damn Rape poems if budwiser stoped seeling our bodies stretched across a six pack. and maybe we wouldnt need to write down so many damn rape poems if, everyone would listen to this one! But it seems to us these lessons have yet to be learned. Dont tell me she was sober enough to make a decision. Dont tell me she was asking for it, Dont tell me to pity him for making him face consequences. Do you complain about another Rape poem? As is this is all part of a culture? Rape poems will Continue. Until i can Wear what ever The Heck i want with out being called slut. Until i can trust my drink with somebody when i need to use the bathroom. Until i can walk alone on dark streets and not be a cat call. "whose your daddy" "get back over here" "damn look at that ass" Until i Can wear heels with out being asked who im trying to Impress. Until my Voice speaks louder than my outfit. Until im not expected to carry pepper spray on my key chain. Until No really means NO! Until Rape means Crime. until Woman means Human! The rape poems will continue until there is no damn material left
