Guilty

It isn’t your fault - this, I want you to be sure of.

What were you wearing?

They will try to blame you - this, I want you to know.

How many drinks did you have?

Healing will not be easy - this, you need to be told.

Did you lead him on?

They won’t stitch you back together - this, you will do yourself.

Were you alone?

They will try to silence you - this, you will fight.

But what about his future?

They will treat him like he matters and treat you like you don’t - this, you’ve seen before.

A conviction like this could ruin his life.

They will not acknowledge the damage done to you - this, you could have guessed.

He’s just a boy!

Eventually, they will realize something, and it is this.

We’re fucking tired of being quiet.

And with every ignorant, irrelevant question they ask,

we get louder.

With every statement that implies he is worth more than I am,

I shout a little fiercer, stand a little taller, fight a little stronger.

They say he’s just a boy,

but I am just a girl,

and I will not let them forget it.