Written in response to the leaked video of Donald Trump's remarks about women. This reflects experiences that I and others that I know have gone through. Sexual assault is always an emotional topic for me. Please keep any commentary respectful.
They are just words…
They said as he bragged about his latest conquest,
describing in detail his sexual escapades with a drunken girl in a cave by the
shore.
They are just words…
They said as he rated the women on the patio, all the
while with his hand sliding up my thigh beneath the table.
They are just words. After all, he is married…
They said as he slipped me a message to meet him later in
the woods.
They are just words. He’s a stand-up guy…
They said as he led me into the dark and slipped his hand
down my pants.
They are just words. He would never act on them, unlike
others…
They said as he thrust himself inside of me, tearing my
insides and breaking my resolution.
They are just words…
They said as he forced my mouth over his phallus and pushed
and pulled until I was to the point of vomiting.
They are just words…
Words I spoke, words saying, “No!” and “Please stop,” and
“Not now,” and “Oh, God, why me?”
They are just words…
He said as he finished with, “God, I needed that. Now, go
home.”
They are just words…
They said. Locker room talk, they said. He would never, they
said.
They were just words…
Words that became actions. Words that he used and twisted
and molded until he had me in his grasp.
They are just words…
That he whispered to me as he tore my pants off, my
underwear, and my dignity.
They are just words…
That echo through my mind, reminding me of the nights he
forced himself on me.
They are just words…
That haunt me because while I was a slut and a whore, he was
*just* lonely and in need of release.
They are just words…
Because “When you
are a [man], they let you do it,”
He said, bringing my
mind back to the hell I tried to leave behind.
“You can do
anything. Grab ’em by the pussy,”
He said, as I
relived those moments when my tormentor shoved his hand between my legs and cupped my
vagina, stuck his fingers inside of me in the middle of the theater.
They are just words…
Words like, “No,”
and “Yes,” and “Not tonight.” Because words have consequences. Words mean
consent. Words mean the difference between fond memories and recurring
nightmares. Words can make it feel like life is worth living or like this life
is hopeless.
Because they are not
just words, and I hope to God that people will see that.
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