Violin Waves

Rape culture is I shouldn't defend my friend when an overaggressive frat boy has his hand on her ass,because standing up for her body “makes me a target.”Women are afraid to speak up, because they fear their own lives - but I’d rather take the hit than live in a culture of silence.I am told that I will always be the victim, pre-determined by the DNA in my weaker, softer body.I have birthing hips, not a fighter’s stance.I am genetically pre-dis-positioned to lose every time. Rape culture is he was probably abused as a child.When he even has some form of a justification and all I have are the things that provoked him,and the scars from his touch are woven of the darkest and toughest strings, underneath the layer of my skin.Rape culture leaves me finding pieces of him left inside of me.A bone of his elbow. The cap of his knee.There is something so daunting in the way that I know it will take me years to methodically extract him from my body.And that twinge I will get sometimes in

Watching you while you're fading away, tears pouring off my eyes,but here I'm saying goodbye Can't believe it's your funeral,the last thing I imagined you'll die Sun rays surround the earth, hit my face I feel its heat I can see nothing but darkness,and my heart stops its beat A room opens,covered by dust I guess that's a graveyard And that proves the fact that we'll part However you're still alive,I watch you everyday unhurriedly dying Everybody gave up,they're telling a story I'm not buying But what really tears me apart,seeing you every second suffering from pain I watch people curing you but nothing you gain I'm standing helpless waiting for hope to come Seeing you so strong,I beg you give me some I can't stand the sight of you losing your life If illness had any mercy it'd better stabbed you a knife I regret never imagining how you feel I refused to admit it was all real Too slow I witness as you vanish yet you're sitting rig