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Happy Wednesday!

Here’s part two of my poetry series. This concept was something that can to me after doing some reflections on past experiences that I still find myself thinking about today. Poetry has really been an outlet for me to process a lot of the hardships that I’ve been through and my hope is that my words can also help others. I hope you enjoy this piece, I have more poetry stories planned that I can’t wait to share!

“We all sin, so why am I so guilty?”

Us Women are to blame for the drunken actions of a man.
We should’ve seen the signs.
It’s our fault for the horrendous act that happened to us during the night.
We should’ve dressed in armor, not skirts. 
Tested our drinks after a bathroom break. 
We never should’ve changed our minds midway.
This is what we asked for right?
Begged for even.
You broke in and stole from me. 
Why am I to blame?
This was not my idea of fun for tonight.
For this was a game
You made jokes about our time together with the boys.
I can assure you there was nothing funny about your hand over my mouth silencing my cries for help.
Where was the laugh track when you pried me open with your toxic masculinity?
“I still have scars from where you tore me apart”
In your eyes I could see the blackness surrounding your heart. 
You don’t feel remorse. Only pride. 
You pride yourself for being the one to overpower me.
My power scared you, so you had to steal it for yourself. 
Like a thief in the night. 
You went home with your reward
I went home with blood on my thighs. 
But it was funny, right?
How do you look at yourself each morning knowing what you’re capable of in the back catalog of your mind?
After that night, you and I are forever intertwined
I still hear your harsh growls as I feel you holding me down
How do you speak of fatherhood with our night together haunting your dreams?
Can’t you hear my cries as they blend with your screams?
There’s a special place for you in the pits of hell, I’ll drop you there personally.
I’ll smile when receiving my punishment as long as you burn eternally with me
I fight with you in my sleep rather than be close to my lover
I lie awake each night plagued with dread.
How do I tell him I’m being haunted by another?