A Poem about Rape


By Oni Oluwalonimi

What do you gain when you do the unthinkable

What goes through your mind when you make your fellow human feels pain

You lack self-control

The instrument between your legs wasn’t given to you

To cause harm or inflict injury

When you engage in the gruesome act does your conscience

Not prick you?

And then your fellow rape apologists go about asking what she wore

They never deemed it fit to ask why you lack self-control

Why you weren’t trained properly

Why you felt comfortable treating girls like trash.

We are tired

We’re tired of not being comfortable even in our homes

We’re tired of looking back multiple times

On the street

We’re tired of being scared to go out at night

We’re tired of being the prey.

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