From one
Who says, “Don’t cry.
You don’t want them to know”
And two
Who tells you
It’s your fault anyway.
To three
Who pretends that
You were old enough to consent.
And four
Who asks, “Was it
Really **** I think you came.”
To five
Who doesn’t like that you said no,
So he ties you down
And does it anyway.
And six
Who grabs you by the throat
And tells you, “Stop fighting,
I’ll make you feel good”.
To those who think it’s good - yes -
Some think they’re doing you a favor
And they’ll tell you that
You want it
And sometimes you almost,
Almost , believe it.
Thank goodness there are numbers
Higher than one, two, three,
And, yes, even six.
Thank goodness they are not
All the same.
And thank goodness
Thank goodness
We can put ourselves back together
Without them.
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
From one
Who says, “Don’t cry.
You don’t want them to know”
And two
Who tells you
It’s your fault anyway.
To three
Who pretends that
You were old enough to consent.
And four
Who asks, “Was it
Really **** I think you came.”
To five
Who doesn’t like that you said no,
So he ties you down
And does it anyway.
And six
Who grabs you by the throat
And tells you, “Stop fighting,
I’ll make you feel good”.
To those who think it’s good - yes -
Some think they’re doing you a favor
And they’ll tell you that
You want it
And sometimes you almost,
Almost , believe it.
Thank goodness there are numbers
Higher than one, two, three,
And, yes, even six.
Thank goodness they are not
All the same.
And thank goodness
Thank goodness
We can put ourselves back together
Without them.
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