Rapture For Rapists
Everything you did to me
Is already done to you
What a weak man it takes to rape
You can never take my essence
In fact your muddy mutters rather
Sound like desperate crimson cries of an infant
One who had too little of this too much of that
And still your parents are not your scape goat
You choose to try and take what is lacking inside of you
You refuse to strive and make your soul worthy of a view
that even sinners have a shot at redemption and forgiveness
So as sordid sips and Freudian slips you dip inside ME
trying to find YOU...oh lost soul.
Here is what happened to me
after the rain shame and defeat dissolved
I remained a level of anger that is
quiet and reserved but strong as in an activist
You can not take my innocence for your strength
It does not work that way for I am a magnet
I pull your strength and grew the balls
you wish you had to be a real power
that flesh between us is temporary
but the soul we have is eternal
and you stain yours with cruelty and lack of worth.
Copyright © Karen Jones | Year Posted 2021
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