What Was She Wearing

I deserved it,
Yup that was the first thought running through my mind till I heard it
Never thought putting blame on a victim was synonym for fault, how absurd it’s
Always this, what was she wearing
Always this, what was she wearing
She was all pretty with her titties hanging out like “gimme”
Fuck that’s no bearing,
9 outta 10, ugly percent,
For the ones called pretty while they meet their descent
Living it once, now she living again
Skeptic gaze in the eyes of the men
As a plaintiff gazing at the assailant,
Retelling it trying not to defame it
Jury, judges, all wanna shame it
Though the evidence point to the vacant
Soulless man with scar on his face
Where the nails sliced deep when she faced him
Now he facing, slaps on the wrist
Hard to resist, killing your rapist
An urge to purge of him this earth
Drive a stake in, so he know how it hurt
Sucking her dry like a sick vampire
It’s down to the wire, adjourned.
Till next time,
Where she gotta relive it like the first time
Discredit all the merit the first trail,
Discredit all the pain in a girls eyes,
This buried all stains in the clothes piles
All the proof in the soles and nail files
Loop holes in a cold case bold lies
Chokeholds with her hands up no cries
Stands up when she breakdown head rise
He knows she will fold and her soul dies
He knows that they sold on the fam ties
One glow for those whose soul flies
To blue skies
Justice has failed you more times
Justice has failed us no prize
Justice is just in true eyes
Millions in grounds of: here lies
Rest in Peace, Rest in Peace
This is what sisters bled for
Systems abuse then yell “whore”
It’s flawed precinct to Supreme Court
Our bodies hold facts they distort
Violated for play like bad sport,
Violated for play like bad sport
No one keeps score
No one feels for
These women in body bags Jane Doe
Neglect Indigenous even more
Reject diligence for the class poor
Only guilt for the innocent
What for?
Coz she blamed quick fast for what she wore?
Don’t care what you THOUGHT or what you saw
3 o’clock in the morning or mid 4
You stop when she say stop
Not yours
And when she say “NO”
It don’t mean more
I don’t care if you met on a dance floor
There was bye, goodnight and a closed door
Our bodies been battlefields no more
My body is mine not a turf war
Our bodies been battlefields no more
My body is mine not a turf war..