Women know how men speak of their forbidden fruit as though it's just a piece of meat to be devoured.
They know about the man waiting on the corner of 3rd that'll ignore their pleas of STOP for when men hear those words it fuels their disgusting desire to take what doesn't belong to them and when they don't beg they are painted as the tart who wanted it.
Women know that whatever they do or don't do the blame is never on the abuser but rather the victim and I wish women could know that another person's action is never their fault.
I apologize to the twenty-one year old who believed that if she hadn't decided on a nightcap at a bar she'd been going to for the past year maybe what happened would never have happened.
And to society I forgive you for making us believe that the outfit we're wearing, drinking too much, flirting was our way of asking for it. I forgive you for using words like:
We're you drunk again?
Did you scream?
He was just being a man.
How short was your skirt?
You we're asking for it.
I forgive you not because you deserve it but simply because I need my sanity back.
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From The Attic (poetry)
PoesíaFrom the attic is a book with thoughts and qoutes and countless poems I've stringed together with the scattered words in my mind. any
