Because I was born into a generation where “no” doesn’t mean no. 

Because I was born into a world where rape poems? They are scoffed at.

Because I was born into a country where she was “sober enough,” to give her consent.

Because when I was eleven years old I was taken advantaged of by somebody I thought I loved but at eleven years old neither mind nor body was ready to have sex with a boy three years older than me.

Because some people might not consider the crime committed against me three years ago- a crime.

Because my body is no longer my body, it has been taken and used by somebody who had not lived in it for eleven years and doesn’t have to live with the aftermath of“Hurricane Rape,” because some boy couldn’t go without sex.

Because every two minutes in this country a woman is sexually assaulted and I was one of them. No this isn’t just your regular rape poem, this is a fourteen year old girl’s cries of pain trying to save the women race, yes women race because half the time men and women are so separated we are no longer just the human race.

Because when you tell me my rape was something else you sound so much like he did, he told me it was “sex,” and that it was showing our “love” for each other,

Because I was too scared to tell someone about the burdens I carried because of victim shaming, I didn't want to seem weak, but I am a survivor not a victim.