Which is to say...
Nobody comes running to young boys who cry 'rape.'
When I told my brother about it, he also asked why I never fought back.
The station officers demanded I give the act a name or it never happened; and so I sang 'rape' that day.
When my sister's seat at dinner table got frequently unoccupied, nobody thought of it.
When the class diva turned all her teases to constant tears and started missing classes, they never asked why. Instead they invented new ways of making themselves laugh.
Nobody cares about that eighteen year-old who cries rape. Nobody 😢
© amimoh
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