It

Note: I'm using the pronoun 'I'. This, in a literary sense, does not really mean that I am directly referring to myself. This is a narrator. This is a poem.

To the Woman who told me

That I let it happen to me.

That I let them take my life away from me

That I let them push me into the darkest corner

This entire world has known for so many years.

To the woman who told me

That I let it happen to me

I hope you understand that I let them

Force me into a life of shame

Of self blame

Of self loathe.

To the woman who told me

That I let it happen to me

I let them tear my skin

My muscles

My guts

Myself

Until I was nothing but bone

To the woman who told me

That I let it happen to me

Trust me,

I know.

It hurts.

I die.

Everyday.

Thank you, for the reminder.

To the woman who told me

That I let it happen to me

I no longer have a soul,

I no longer have skin,

I no longer have myself

They took me from me.

To the woman to told me

That I let RAPE happen to me

I hope that RAPE never happens to you

So that I can never come up to you

Tell you

That you let RAPE happen to you.