rape.

I remember waking up in his car, I couldn't breath. It smelled like non consensual sex and weed; he was laying his head on me. I felt nasty, I started to panic, not knowing how I got here with this creep; I couldn't remember anything. I was fully undressed. I tried opening the door to get out. He woke up and started to laugh. He's dead now, and I wished I was too

occasionally i'll smell him in the air
i still remember
that damn smell
his hand wandered without permission 
i sometimes think 
what he did to me was my fault 
i lost all
self esteem 
at that point 

no no no 
I don't want too 
please baby 
he wanted too 
he touched my body like it was his own,
it wasn't.

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rape is never the victim's fault
no exceptions

(the way we dress, doesn't mean yes)

 consent is mandatory, not sexy
(consent shouldn't be a turn on. it's about recognizing another person's rights to his/her/they own body)