Red, the color of rape

If rape was a color it would be red
the definition of rape an red
aren’t the same, doesn’t matter to me
I told you to stop
I told you no
It doesn’t matter what I say
nothing is the same
even thought I didn’t know anything
I knew it wasn’t right
you can’t hold me down no more
no matter what you say
I know my rights from wrongs
times have changed
I’m no kid no more
No more blood
but still so much tears
I’ll never do what you did to me
just wait an see
the damage has been done
who said abuse breeds abuse

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poem by Mary Hathaway
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