I looked at my cousins profile today It was full of happy birthday Prayers and wishes Greatness and I love you’s I miss you’s and please come home But I can’t help but scream And cry and pray that he never sees the light of day. That he rots away behind the only bars that are keeping me safe. I pray his sentence was life, But the justice system doesn’t care. They don’t care my will was pinned down My voice was kept silent And a magical experience ripped away.
I looked at his sons profile today. Drawing and anime all the way. Updated pictures free will to walk. Free will to go harm another person who’s lost. No punishment granted. And smiles he may Stealing the smiles he wiped from my face. He plays little games with cards always winning never losing just like how he won that day. His Facebook reveals all No regret in his eyes. No apologies given So here I lye
I looked at my rapists profiles today And the the justice system failing To keep me safe.
For 4 years I was rapped by my cousin and his son. I never spoke up because I felt like my voice was locked. In a box unsafe to say till one day about a year after it was over I got a knock on my door 2 detectives ask me and I choked but I spoke up. Apparently they ***** his daughter too. The father got 10 years 5 on good time. And the son got off free. Everyday my senior year I saw the son in my gym class and there was nothing I could do. Today is 3 years that the detectives knocked on my door. 3 years ago I thought my voice was saved.