To The Girl Who Got Told She Was Asking For It

The night you got raped

You spent hours deciding what to wear

There was a low cut, short dress hanging in the back of your wardrobe

That had been there for so long

That spiders were starting to make their webs on it

After trying it on and taking it off again for the umpteenth time

You eventually slipped it back on and walked out of the door

 

You looked good in it

And that’s what he thought too

When he crept out of the dark alleyway like a sewer rat

Clamped a hand over your mouth and whispered “don’t move”

You were petrified

And all you could do was stand there

And let his slimy hands work their way up your thighs

Tearing off the beautiful dress you had almost decided not to wear

 

You walked home that night with tears pouring down your cheeks

You pretended that passers-by could not see the tear in your dress

And the bruises on your arms where he slammed you repeatedly against a wall

And you tried to ignore the whispers of “she asked for it”

 

Because you didn’t ask for it, did you, my dear?

And you shouldn’t feel ashamed for something that was not your fault

You shouldn’t be holed up in your house like a prisoner

Because he is the one who should be behind bars

Reviews

[zaneybear]

this just is a beautiful piece because no girl or even boy who is raped ever ever EVER asks for it, and after you've suffered through something like this the emotional toll is the worst and the things people say hurt even worse and it is never your fault, this is just beautiful a true masterpiece