The burden of proof is on the accuser, That is how the system works - The accused is innocent until proven guilty Yes, but the system has its quirks.
He drugged her and dragged her to a room Shut and locked the door Undid her togetherness A fistful of hair A brief, brutal struggle LeftΒ Β blood drops on the floor Bruises, internal tearing Cruel laughter, violently daring Himself to take it all Leaving her unconscious When he wanted no more
Why wake up? Death seemed preferable to remembering Or even to understanding What her life would be now - She shut that thinking down - Hurried downtown Trying to believe The authorities would listen To her story and Help me not to die from this - Please, help me to go on and live.
She had spoken but three words: *I was ***** When the questions began to fly - Not about the crime itself, But rather about her style: When will you learn not to drink so much? Are you sure you didn't lead him on? What were you wearing last night, anyway? And don't you usually give it up for a song? I heard that about you - You're kind of slutty, isn't that true? How do we know the criminal here Isn't you?
But he ***** me - it did happen. Do you think I'd invent this - because I regret my "fun"?
Well, you should, little missy - You should regret it indeed. Ultimately it's your own fault That he couldn't control his need. It's your burden now, Our work here is done. Next time you get drunk, Just be more careful, ok ***?
She jumped off a bridge on her way home From the station The officers who took her statement Had coffee and doughnuts And went back out to hit the pavement. The ****** is innocent until proven guilty, And so he went free. This is how the system works You're naΓ―ve if you don't believe me.
**** is the only crime for which the victim ultimately risks more persecution than the perpetrator. No matter how long it takes for someone to come forward and confess to being violated, we need to listen.