From a early age we told about consent
Boys you need to get consent before ***
Girls if you don't give consent than it's
****

Everywhere we are taught that getting
Consent is the most crucial thing
But only when it comes to girls
And not when it comes to boys

Society doesn't care if the boy doesn't
Give consent or doesn't want to do it
And females don't care about you only
That they want it in the moment

Society doesn't care about the boy
What he goes through after this
Society tells him he's weak or he must of
Enjoyed it so it's not the same

Society has twisted it all to focus on one
With her walking around thinking of the One Night Stand, on her way to the next
Without me as a second thought

I'm laying here dealing with the
Depression, anxiety and PTSD
Of the one night she doesn't remember
Trying to become whole again after

Being *****

Write day and night like you're running out of time?
How do you write like tomorrow won't arrive?
How do you write like you need it to survive?
How do you write every second you're alive?

These sentences and beats flow
Through my ears, into my heart
Why do I do this?
Why do I constantly write?

So that someone may read it?
Is it keeping me alive?
Will tomorrow actually arrive?

I don't have these answers
But I wish I did
Until I have the answers though

I will write like it's my last source of

Life

Taking up my entire forearm
As a reminder to myself
The little girl growing up so fast
That I'll see again soon

It not only is the image of her name
And symbolizing my love for her

But as a reminder to myself
To live for her
To make it to a point in life
Where she will remember me

To be proud of me

I put the Rose on my arm as a reminder