NOTE: Michelle wrote this while still in the victim mentality about how it feels to have some constantly invading your space… to the point where it starts to feel like maybe you’re the problem. Violence is never the victim’s fault.
I feel naked. But I’m not.
I don’t want to be seen.but I do.
So maybe it’s my fault
It’s my fault that the fire in my belly
Burns too low to let out the anger and frustration I really feel
So I smile and I laugh and when someone crosses the line I’m helpless
He lied on top of me and I was helpless
He held me down and I was numb
I’m never strong enough
he put it in
I barely got away
The fire came but not in time
what’s done was done
my no meant nothing
Then again
he picks me up
He takes me out
He drives me home
But it’s all at a price
I gave no signs
I didn’t say yes
But you’re touching me
You’re on my neck
You’re rubbing my thighs
Touching me
I don’t want it
I never wanted it
Then again
I just met you
Exchanged very few words
I’m alone for two seconds
And in half of one you’re in my face
Violating my body
Pressing yourself onto me
I feel the space between us getting smaller
I can barely breathe
I don’t know you
I don’t want it
I’m scared.
I push.
I push.
I push.
You finally stay away
But it happened..
It keeps happening
So what am I doing wrong?
