Because I make, NO sound, that made it, okay, for you, to RAPE me, was that it? Because I was, too easy, a target, because you couldn’t get high enough OFF of your own wife, was that it???
Because I make, NO sound you took me for that silent victim, and I’d, remained, silenced, for too god damn long already. Because I make, NO sound, you took me for a FUCKING (so???) mute, someone who won’t tell anybody about how you’d, gone up and down my body, because nobody’s going to believe me, you’re the adult, and I, a mere child who wanted everybody’s, attention, was that it?
Because I make NO sound, that gave you the right to do what you did to me, repeatedly, because I’d, moaned and groaned, because that, was how my body reacted when it got, aroused, hello, hello, hello? But I KNEW what you were doing TO me, wasn’t right and yet, my body’s responding like it’s, enjoying IT, and so, I became, split!
Because I made NO sound not a single peep, you thought everything was okay. Well, nothing WAS, okay, not for me, growing up, and now, I’d found my own CRIES, and I’m, crying out loud, and, nobody’s ever gonna, silence, this B-I-T-C-H here, for I’d, remained hushed, for way too long, for most of my life here, and I’m still, crying out loud right here, in the comforts of my own, “chair”, someplace (don’t ask “where” here still!).
Life, the Obstacle Course 