To the boys by whom I've been raped:
As much as I wish by you my future was not shaped,
Claiming that would be nothing but a lie,
Pretending that because of you I don't cry,
Cry every night as I try to fall asleep,
Only to stay awake, your secrets I keep,
I stay up to hide from the nightmares,
During the day, I hide from the stares.
Or so I think, but maybe people don't look at me,
Maybe it's simply just my anxiety,
Telling me that nothing is fine,
Playing dirty tricks on my tired mind.
I pretend that everything is alright,
But every day, getting up is a fight,
I spend my days battling my own fears,
Throwing darts, daggers, and spears.
For those who don't understand depression,
Please know that this is not a confession,
This is not a confession of my desire to die,
But only a statement of how I wish I could fly.
Unfortunately, my wings have been clipped,
At the same time as my body was stripped,
Stripped of clothing, of rights, of pride,
Stripped of everything I could use to hide.
To the boys by whom my life was torn,
I hope you can hear the battle drums and horn,
I hope you know that I'm ready for war,
Ready to fight being called a whore,
Because all I did was trust a boy,
And all he thought I was, a toy.
I now know that I am strong and you are weak,
You use your charm, naive girls you seek,
Thrust by thrust, you break them down,
You don't stop until you've stolen their crown.
All they could see in the mirror, prey,
Now we've had enough, today's the day.
You can not break us down, we stand tall,
The only thing left is for you to fall.
Fall from your place of power,
All that is left for you to do, cower.