Society's Painting
The Picture Society Paints
Rape culture
It normalizes abuse
Objectification glamorizing assault
It focuses on what the victim did wrong
All the blame they take for what happened to them
All the shame they take for what happened to them
Because their view of what they went through is tarnished
Covered in mud and debris
Carried in the water from the broken dam
The broken dam that is society continually blaming the victim
Blaming them for something they shouldn’t be blamed for
Forcing them to carry that weight of the world
Until their foundation that should be their home, breaks
And society just stands there watching
Or they turn a blind eye
We let the perpetrator escape accountability
We let the victims suffer relentlessly
We tell them continually they could have changed what happened
“Why were you wearing that?”
“How drunk were you?”
“Why didn’t you scream?”
“Why didn’t you run?”
“Why not just have fun?”
"Were you a good wife"
"Did you ask for it"
And all these things are just what society wants us to believe
That the victim is in the wrong
And the broken dam
And the dirty and dangerous water
It was inevitable
Because it's no ones fault but their own
And it's just easier to place the blame
Place it on an easy target and let them fall away
And we elect politicians that make it sound okay
We let them defend their actions by saying its normal
They have no shame
That is was so long ago
That they have changed
They should still shoulder that pain
Shoulder the blame
Shoulder the guilt
Hold themselves accountable for what they did
Victims, They are afraid that the story of their pain isn’t over
And that there will never be an ending to this tale of horrors
And they think they will never tell the entire truth
Because victims have been trained
That what they say is entirely wrong
And they should just take the blame
And the sad truth of this is that it seems they will never believe
That the shame is not theirs
And to all the victims that have been hurt before
The shame shouldn’t be shouldered by them
It is the creep
The abuser
The man or woman that hurt them
The RAPIST
That should carry the weight of the world
The weight of the shame they have ensued
Blaming the victim is an act of deflection
Of self deception and lies
Being a part of a society that misguides
It allows the blamer to sit in judgement
Imagining some mystical justice
That means bad things happen to only bad people
And changing the way the victims see themselves
Changing the way the creeps
The abusers
The men and women that hurt them
The rapists, sees themselves
They only believe only they are entitled
That they are in the right
Which only makes the worst part of it all for the victims more real
Because half of the pain come when it actually happened
But the rest comes later
In tragic waves
Of the so many survivors
That end up taking the blame
These victims, no, they are people
Yes they are victims
But remember they are people too
They just wants to rest
Anything to get rid of the thoughts in their head.
The thoughts that whisper continuously
“You were wrong and they should be free”
And as they search for rest that won’t come they think
“Did they rape my head too?along with my body and soul beat this into me as they were beating me Or am I just too broken, to see getting help through?
The physical scars remain for the world to see each and every day for the rest of my life. but the deepest scars are not the ones anyone can see ,
They are the ones that are buried deep inside of me to the core of my soul to my entire being, they are they ones that taunt tease and haunt me every single day of my life,, so you tell me who is the one in prison, and the guilty run free?