Silence

Rape.
That’s what it’s called,
He took what I wanted to be special,
I said no but since when does no matter in this country for women,
Cant tell anyone for fear of being tore apart by names and judged for what I wore,
I couldn’t take it anymore,
I gave in and let him,
Felt like an object to be just thrown in the bin,
I let him win,
But no I didnt because I stayed strong and rose above him,
For since when has sex defined someone?
Since when does a woman being raped make them a slut or all those other sick words?
Why am I punished for being used as an object?
I am strong and I will move on.
Just need to forget and move on.
Sit in silence as my head fills with the memories of that horrid night. 
That’s what we’re supposed to do, 
Thats what I try to make myself believe over and over.