Roses are red
Violets are blue
i’d like to share
a poem with you
R.
A.
P.
E.
Rape.
i know
just the word conjures
bile in throat
quickening of heart
sweat in palms
R.
A.
P.
E.
Rape.
Sexual assault.
Molestation.
Words matter.
Say it aloud.
Share your story.
Release your shame.
R.
A.
P.
E.
Rape.
it is not your fault
+ no you didn’t have to
fight harder
or say no louder
or again
R.
A.
P.
E.
Rape.
it doesn’t matter what you were
wearing
how drunk you were
or if you fucked before
R.
A.
P.
E.
Rape
This does not define you
You will heal from this
I promise
YOU WILL HEAL
“R. A. P. E.” 4/21/23