The Rape Story

I'm in that mood.
I'm going to look good tonight.
Stunting at this party, it feels just right.
Tight red dress with those white stilettos.
All eyes on me, but I ain't a hoe though.
I gazed to my left to catch a wink,
Next thing you know, we're sharing drinks.
I got caught up and a little tipsy.
I didn't know what to think.
"Baby, lets head to my place."
Crazy and out of my mind,
I said "hell yeah" in this case.
I sat down right next to him,
My head is gone now so this man is winning.
I tried to avoid it all,
But his hands were so damn active.
I tried to move and get up,
But his body kept me captive.
Screaming "Stop!" off the top of my lungs,
"Shut up, bitch. This is going to be fun."
As little as I thought what he said to be true,
I had to cooperate.
"Jesus, I said I was a believer in fate...
Tell me why this is something I have to tolerate."
Every move he made,
Made me wish that I was dead.
I'd rather not feel anything instead.
I saw a chance and took a stole to his face.
In reaction, he placed a sharp knife on my waist.
"Do you want to know what you own blood tastes...
Like?!"
My phone rang but it had to be ignored.
"God, I don't want to be here anymore."
Unfortunately, I have no choice.
"Lay down and spread those legs,
I don't want to hear your voice."
It all hurt more than a broken heart,
Here I am, a scattered piece of wasted art.
I stood up and walked away.
He didn't care anymore because he got it his way.
Emotionless and empty...
My whole entire life would then ride on this day.