This is a dual (two-part) poem. This first part outlines my feelings and reactions to the Brock Turner case.
Part I Too naive to think the worst She struggles with self-blaming Fears no one will understand The guilt and the slut-shaming But the problem lies with him And his complete denial That anything that he did Will ever go to trial To rape is a conscious choice You cant blame it on the booze Or try to play the victim When your story hits the news Actions have consequences Rape isn't victimless crime No one cares that your life changed They just care that you do time There's no free pass for assault No exemption or clean slate No wealth, privilege, or power Can make up for all that hate How do you face yourself Or justify your sins? Even if you go to jail Nobody really wins Her life has changed forever Her confidence is shattered Meanwhile you are adamant That she should just feel flattered
This continuation is a reflection on my own assault in the wake of the Brock Turner ruling. The light sentencing the defendant received, despite the guilty verdict, caused feelings I had long-buried, to reemerge.
Part II There was no justice for me No apology, no guilt I'll never have peace of mind With this resentment that I've built But why does he get to walk When I feel so paralyzed He kept his wife and children But if only they realized The monster that they live with And all the hurt he caused A man who keeps advancing While my future still feels paused But that's merely a pipe dream They will never know the truth Much like I will never have A chance to live my youth
Written in June 2016