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When we talk, collectively, about being
equal
there will be someone who asks,
"What is that? How can you say,
that a women should be entitled to claim this violence as their own,
when men get hit by women, too?"

1 in 4 women in college will be victims of ****** assault,
and too often men will ask,
"but what defines ****** assault?
if a girl gets her
*** grabbed in the club
is she the 1 in 4?"

I haven't yet heard,
a women ask
"but what defines ****** assault?"

Sometimes I feel like I was born knowing,
how to make myself smaller
so that no one could see me,
looking down at crosswalks,
and stoplights,
trying not to make eye contact
with men looking at me.

I know what it means to be sexually assaulted,
and how this comes in many forms,
all of which
are valid.

I have had my shoulder grabbed and shaken violently
by men who claimed to love me,
I have been struck in the face,
by men who told me they wanted me to be their wife.
I have been threatened to keep things men did to me a secret,
or I would be hurt in my sleep.
I have had my cellphone confiscated, and the landline disconnected, so that I could not call for help when my father would drink too much.

My story is not unique,
this 1 in 4,
is so common.
you will look into the eyes,
of women who live with these traumas on their shoulders,
you will not see their weight but they will see
the ignorance in your words, the dismissal of their own
when you ask
"but what defines ****** assault?"
I'm tired, but not physically exhausted.
My heart is racing, but I've done no physical exertion.
My stomach is in knots, but I am starving.

I want to leave my house, but I'm confined to my bed.
I want to take a shower, but I'd rather stay in filth.
I want to take my pills, but I see no point.

My thoughts are swimming, but I can't concentrate.
My eyes are filling with tears, but I don't wipe them away.
My skin feels flushed, but I'm burning up all over.

I didn't ask for any of this.
I don't know when it will overtake me.
I won't give into it.

I want to partake in life, but I just can't.


Please understand, even though I know you can't.
I want to jump in with you.
Clear the skies, clear our eyes.
Are you ready for that leap?
And will they lend a hand?
Make us a simple mockery.
Or even care to understand.
We are one plus one is music.
As my better half our love's true.
If it takes such a simple reach.
With no **** reaction to others.
I simply care to seal that breach.
Let us just hold hands now.
Grace the hills and ocean blue.
When all's done we'll sing anew.
I shouldn’t be mad
that they didn’t invite me.
They’re allowed to do things without me.

I shouldn’t be hurt
that they’re talking right over me.
They’re allowed to have conversations around me.

I shouldn’t feel bad
that they aren’t including me.
They’re allowed to not want me.
baby
baby
I wanna make your stomach flip
but I have never been deserved by anyone
I have always been too good
too kind
too much too soon
too ready to be loved
the way
I always should have been
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