Kavanaugh Catastrophe

Bent over a sink
fistful of my hair,
bruise marring my face.

"It was consensual,"
he said.
"We had fun,"
he said.

Fingers bruised my thigh,
gripping me tight
so I couldn't move.

Tears falling into the sink
as he violated me,
took my virginity
in the most vile way imaginable.

The mirror showed a girl dying on the inside
for the sole purpose of some guy getting off-
damn the consequences.

Didn't tell anyone.
Who would believe a loner
over the southern gentleman?
(he wasn't so gentle)

But it happened.

And finally I'm able to speak up
and speak out against the sexual assaults
that plague the media and society
as people condemn the victim.
"It was her fault."
"She should have said something."

Nobody believes a victim-
the accusation is swept under a rug.
But that can't happen if the assailant
is in public eye.
Everyone can hear it-
It can't be swept under the rug anymore.

-Don't condemn Dr. Ford for waiting 20 years
I would, too.

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