You wanted control,

To call yourself ‘good’,

By the smile on my face,

As you demanded my fall from grace.

No matter how ugly,

Or painful your deed,

A mask to be worn,

Or my scorn would wear more.

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Tired or hurting,

Mattered not to your judgement,

I must preform for your comfort.

Some support for your actions,

Fawning in submission,

As long as you’re happy:

My body safe another moment.

Married with a God given family.

The shame of my birth…

Buried deep under blood boiled;

But silenced.

Just enough to blame me,

When another attacks.

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Calling me a liar,

Ego’s protection,

For if I am truthful about rape,

Its confirms your part,

Teaching my body to stay silent,

If I valued less harm to come.

Its only a moment of pain…

If only my whole life,

Hadn’t waned with it.

‘Glad’ you have your ‘respect’,

As I still haven’t found any yet.