I still feel your hands on my body.
I still hear your words.
I still smell your scent.
I still feel as helpless as I did 6 years ago.

The world is evil.
No lesson taught about it.
No way to prevent it.
"Boys will be boys"
No second thoughts about it.

"No wonder, your skirt is too short"
"What were you wearing?"
"Why didn't you scream louder?"
"Why didn't you fight harder?"

Almost every woman I have met
Has had their bodies stained and tossed to the side,
Almost every woman I've met still is kept up at night,
And like myself,
When they are sobbing in their bathtub,
They wonder "why is this world so cruel to us?"
"If God is a man, does he think it's okay too?"
And as they are held captive by the unfair burden of his filthy sins,

they scrub their skin, desperate to wash his touch away.