Some People

Some people will
argue that you
have never been raped,
will shove their
inconvenient truth
down your throat
like a too-soft cock
that’s unable to get hard.

They will demand proof
that the will to say no
was completely out of your hands
as if though privilege & position
can never be used as weapons

They will demand that you
prove your victimization, the
danger of any –ism is
people see what they want to see

They will pull the leaves off
flowers that are slowly dying
inside, pretending not to see
the delicate petals that are wilting
or the screams that are trapped
but always trying to get out.

Some people will tell you
that unless you’re
laying spread eagle &
somehow find the strength to
unmuffle the scream trapped
in your throat that
you’ve never really been raped,
not really.

As if though every no must be
spoken loudly in order to be heard &
softly-spoken resistance is
another form of desire. And didn’t you
know it all along? No,
this doesn’t feel right becomes
If Only for One Night.

Some people will try to convince you
that being raped is not about power, that it’s
about sex and that your skirts are too short,
your voice is too soft, and you really
wanted it all along. They will tell you
that monsters are only found under beds &
deep inside darkened closets. That you’ll never
find them in an office or even sitting beside you
on your couch.

Peace & Love,



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About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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