Six years later, and you say it’s changed Society has moved forward, yet it’s still the victim’s they blame
The loss, the fear, the pain still resides His face, whispers, and threatening grin It all can come back when I close my eyes A hell I can easily get thrown back in
Sometimes I still see bruises On my arms and on my thighs Told I should get over it I’ve tried to blind myself many times
Reporting, DNA swabs, and terror I faced An act of bravery? Lucky they say? How can you say that? When they let him get away
They say the paperwork was “lost” I know what that means The system only protects So the perpetrator can run free
How is that fair? When the damage he created Is lifelong, brain-changing Their reaction is sadly anticipated
If they could only see The lifelong stain PTSD, an autoimmune disease The cognitive problems that still remain
Yea, they tell me it’s better now, I simply do not see, When they yell and scream “me too” Yet still blame those who urge for a plea
It doesn’t seem to matter For them it’s about silence Why should they care? It’s a world full of violence
The message is clear You should’ve known better It’s your fault, my dear Run and hide, they can’t help you here
You should know by now, It’s about what you wear Your consent doesn’t matter You made them stop and stare
You say we should have known? Maybe you should protect We can’t always anticipate When we’re grabbed by the neck
From all I’ve learned The story they tell is wrong It’s them who are weak And survivors are brave and strong
It’s time to end the narrative they play Survivors are among us And we are overcoming silence Each and every day