You say I’m overdressed.
You say take off your jacket,
I want to see you.
But that’s not what you want at all,
We both know that.
If I refuse, you call me a prude
and if I give in, I’m a slut.
The double standards at a time
like this are running high to
Headline. Young girl,
raped by neighbour. You sigh,
you’re sick of hearing about
all this negativity.
What if it were me? I ask you.
You tell me that would never happen
to a girl like me. So tell me,
What type of girl would it happen to?
You say she was probably asking for it.
Yet you didn’t read that she was
Four years old and the boy
was someone her parents trusted.
Tell me how a four year old girl is
the type of girl that could happen to.
I don’t joke about this sort of thing
but you might think it’s funny.
Teaching girls not to get raped
is about as useful as teaching a
Dog long division.
He thought I was overdressed.
He said he wanted to see me.
That wasn’t what he wanted, but
You never taught me that.
I was probably asking for it.