Burned

A Poem by Servant

I seem to be writing out of pain a lot. This is no exception.

How they look at you
Down your throat
To shut you up
You scream your lungs out
But deep down you know they won’t hear it
It hasn’t happened to them
Sin has crawled deep in our hearts
It made a home for itself
We love ourselves so much
But fail to see our missing eyes
Well you have no eyes to see
And evidently no ears to hear
The screams of your sisters
Or the girls beneath you
You are too busy being kind to strangers
Loaning money to the poor
Feeding dead animals
Whilst your stomach rumbles from too much BS
Screamed myself to tears against rape
And only when I shed a tear do you see me
Yet you are still blind
I could care that much if I was raped
You see’
Only a victim is seen but just for a moment
Long enough to be blamed for it
She wore too much makeup or wore nothing at all
What did she think would happen?
Well you could only expect such from a man
He is just a man
A definition of trash
A man who thinks he is entitled to sex and looks at a woman to entertain himself
it feels like having your heart ripped out
rib cage torn as the pervert pulls out the organ
having your hands tied loose enough to fight back
but never locking with him
your screams so loud
but not even you can hear them
your lips shut with pins and needles
your eyes open for everyone to see you as that girl
“that girl who got herself raped”
The shame, I hate the shame that comes with it the most
It scrunches you down like paper
Leaves you feeling too tall in the crowd whilst no one sees you
Every time you walk down the street
You feel like the wound on your chest is bleeding for all to see
Next time you put the word wrong next to rape
Tell me to shut my eyes to it
Because I don’t feel wronged
I have been burned alive
Men are not trash, they just have trash tendencies