Liberate

Swallow this objectification and may it not burn your throat
May it be the sweetest sin you ever tasted
Now how is that for justification?
Well my ass was shaking I must have wanted it right?
“Yo shit fat ma let me get inside / You making me hard / Let us see what you look like”
Nigga your name ain’t Kanye
I ain’t ask for these flashing lights
Just trying to throw it back after a long week without you behind me
I didn’t want this
Bass too heavy like his hands around my neck
Like his niggas creeping up behind me even though I said no all night
But back to these bystanders
Would you have seen it if I were your sister?
Your Mother?
Your Homie-lover-friend?
Would you have checked it?
Checked him?
Would you have cast them out?
And now here I am again
Letting you know I’m fed the fuck up with smelling the bricks in this house named
patriarchy
Or rape culture
But what’s really in a name?
They all the same right?
I mean, y’all befriend rapists every day
Your girl probably a survivor and never told you
And I’m sick of this silence
Yours, theirs and even mine sometimes
I’m tired of the all talk and no action
No listen
Of the “we support the 1 in 5” but you always on standby with clean hands
Ain’t it funny?
I feel safer in the company of strangers than this prison we call home sometimes
Don’t you know I’ve worn tape around my body labelled trigger warning for years?
Can’t wash off this stink of humiliation no matter how hard I try
Tell me... can you smell it?
Is the reek appealing?
Or is it noseblind ignorance?
Is rape too bitter a pill?
Tell me... if for the first, second, almost third time around what would the bystanders do
had it been...
you?