The Moment You Realise
As you wake up on the carpet half naked
That you have been violated in the most vile of ways
That you are now and forever that victim
And it’s your fault, even though you couldn’t have done anything to stop it
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The Moment You Realise
That little plus sign on the test
Doesn’t mean you’re one of the lucky ones
As you get down on your knees in agony
At not being able to do anything about it
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The Moment You Realise
That your body is no longer your own
That freedom has been removed from your hands
And handed to another
Another that doesn’t even know how to breathe without you
By nothing that you could prevent
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The Moment You Realise
That your body is changing
But it’s not by the choice that you make
Every stretch mark is a reminder
That you lost that choice
The moment that he entered you
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The Moment You Realise
That your life is no longer yours
You money goes towards something that you could not prevent
Every gaze that looks at you knows
But they don’t know how it happened
They don’t understand the pain
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The Moment You Realise
Even your family doesn’t believe you
As you sit at dinner and listen to family, friends, cousins, aunts, uncles
Tell you how you shouldn’t have disgraced them like that
How you should have done something differently
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The Moment You Realise
That you are to blame
For that man holding you down
For that man ripping your clothes right off your body
For that man making you bleed
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The Moment You Realise
As the stretch marks begin to rise
How every single one of them
Reminds you of the man who left that inside of you
How you can never escape what he’s done to you
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The Moment You Realise
That your body is changing so drastically
Without even a mumbled word of consent from you
And that now, in this place
There is nothing you can do to reverse it
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The Moment That You Realise
That you do not control the bodies of those who you could not help
That you as a society failed them and yet here you are forcing upon them the weight of the mistake that is not theirs
This isn’t about you, or god, or spite, or malice, or killing
This is about the memories that you insist on us being held responsible for even as they tear our entire world apart
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The Moment That You Realise
The responsibility falls to the women
Not the Men
They are never held accountable or responsible for this
Even though it takes two to make one
It’s our bodies and lives that you are destroying
Why don’t you try it for a change?
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Make our lives easier not harder
About the Creator
Emma Kitsch
Im a wannabe writer, and my dream job is to one day be able to help people like myself who struggle with their mental health. As long as I can make it through med school...
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