There was a man with a camera
coming home with us tonight,
the smell of his cologne
choking me until I couldn't breathe.
(He wasn't the first man to visit the house.)
As you suddenly raise your voice louder,
I apologized for who knows what,
but that one word turned into a war,
tying both my hands behind my back,
acting like you couldn't hear my pleas to stop.
There was a knock at the door,
perhaps someone to save me,
but I thought wrong
as there stood a crooked man,
the man from next door.
I begged so hard,
"please don't let him in!"
But they gathered around me laughing,
asking me if I wanted them to give me freedom,
as if I had a choice!
I suddenly felt blows to my face;
more black eyes to explain,
as one at a time they beat on me,
and took turns raping me,
knowing they would throw
my dignity into the fire,
no matter what the cost.
Tears stream uncontrollably down my face,
I was fighting pointlessly without a shield,
and I never intended to start a war,
especially one which would be captured on camera,
and probably shared with the hidden world.
