Self-proclaimed nice guys… Don’t trust them.
But she said no. She said no and you did it anyway.
You saw her cry.
Did you see her bleed too?
Fuck you, but not even you. Fuck the society that
encourages and permits this. Fuck her friends who
blamed her; who said that going into a room with him
constituted consent. Fuck a society that makes men think
that all women want is them. Fuck a society that makes
women think that external validation from men is of
higher value than the internal validation they can give
their own selves.
Dear sister, I am sorry. I am sorry that your young age
means you have to report it. I am sorry that when you
went to the ER to get a rape kit, they viewed you the
same way he did: as a body without the human attached to
it. The nurses forced swabs into you, dealing with you
in an entirely desensitized and impersonal manner. In
a situation where you were powerless and already lost
complete control over your body, you lost control of
your own healing process and of the information itself.
I am sorry that in high school trying to stop rumors
is like trying to stop water flowing through wide open
fingers. I am sorry that our father does not respect your
own deserved autonomy over the situation. I am sorry
that his own mental stability and sense of justice means
more to him than yours. I am sorry that the prolonged
process of reporting means that this drags on and
on, and that you are reminded daily of his unwelcome
presence inside of you. Please know that you are loved.
You are loved and wanted for so much more than your
body. And as such you deserve so much more than a brief
apology over text that your rapist believes rectifies the
situation. Sister, you are worth so much. No matter what
society tells you, we know better, don’t we? You are
worth more than what men think of you. You are more than
what he used you for. You are more. I love you, and I
love you for so much more than your body.
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