The specific details are unimportant.
Because the occurrences have grown to be uncountable.
This is normal,
this is the way things are.
How they have always been.
How they always will be.
Virginity stolen by a stranger as I was blacked out.
Groped by strangers + trusted men, unwarranted.
Backlashed, belittled + humiliated for speaking up, speaking out.
Sworn to secrecy for wrong doings.
Isolated for fear of misinterpretations.
Rejected for lack of compliance + submissions to fantasies of what being a female means I should do.
Silenced by the demand to be polite, non-offensive + not dramatic.
Physically, mentally, emotionally.
Fearful to be unguarded, as it might be interpreted as an invitation to intrude my physical space, damage my heart, my head + possibly even my body without regard.
Did you say no?
Is that even the question?
Better yet, did you proclaim yes?
Was it love or lust or self-fulfilling power?
Truthfully, doesn’t matter.
The assaults happen less frequently.
Harassments, as often as one can inhale.
These stories I’ll never tell.
Because, it’s normal.
You’re pretty and nice, they say.
Look at you, can you blame them?
And of course, things are easier because you’re a female.
To all my fellow humans who have been crushed by violation of any sorts, know that you are not alone + there’s a whole tribe of us out there that know that it is not okay.
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