Dear Men,
I hate you
Not because I know you
But because you're a man
Men only seem to want one thing
And that's to undress you
No means no but is that really the case?
Because I've learned men take what they want
And I screamed but I wasn't heard
I cried a thousand tears but no one saved me
I was forced down on to the concrete
The scrapes on my body were fresh from your hand
You held me against my will forcing yourself inside of me
You were crushing my bones with every thrust
I tried to get away
But you only beat my head into the pavement
And in that moment for me even death was better
And my voice must be heard because
I will always remember
And I am not alone
Sincerely,
Allison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pain is felt, really So sorry Here's my hand.