Trigger Warning: This novel contains references to sexual assault and uses mature language. Reader discretion is advised.
His hands wandered across my skin,
Dead set on committing a sin.
It felt like spiders crawling,
And I felt like bawling.
But I didn’t say no,
Even though I never said go.
So is it my fault that it happened?
The pain was physical,
The worst was the mental—
The stares and jeers
From the people I called peers.
But I didn’t say no,
Even though I never said go.
So is it really my fault that it happened?
So, I guess now I am a slut,
Nothing more than a mutt,
Nothing more than dirt to be walked all over,
Because it’s my fault that it happened.
But I didn’t say no,
Even though I never said go.
So it was because of me that it happened, right?
But is it really my fault?
That those hands didn’t halt
My body told a story of its own
With the letters N and O.
But I didn’t say no…
But I didn’t…
But I….
But I didn’t say it,
Even though I wanted to
My body betrayed me, the words dying on my lips
And now I wonder…. Did I say yes?
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