rape culture
I bet you didn’t hear,
Or if you did you’ve forgotten.
By now that young girl,
Has been so downtrodden.
Coerced into hiding,
She tried to ignore.
He got off sliding,
She’s labeled a whore.
It wasn’t her fault.
No, she’s not to blame.
It was classic assault.
She’s not his to claim.
But he’s a big man,
They need him of course.
How dare you accuse him,
of those kinds of sorts.
The year goes by,
And the stories disappear.
On Saturday he’s the good guy.
It’s just that time of year.
As he lights up the field,
We love him despite it.
She’ll keep it concealed,
And he’ll never all right it.
How much longer should we wait,
Until change comes around?
This shouldn’t be her fate,
We can help her off the ground.
Every 2 minutes,
Another joins her plight.
You’re now a witness,
While they’re having to fight.
-Sarah Clayton
