Down the rabbit hole we go
truth or lie they don’t know
did I get the chance to say yes or no?
I know.
But will they believe me
when I say,
he cornered me in
a dark, deserted alley,
and started to take off
his clothes.
Light from the street reflected
across his white chest
And then
he put his mouth on mine,
alcohol in his breath
Put his hand up my skirt
and decided I was his.
And will they believe me
when I say,
I told him to stop
Begged him,
Pleaded with him
and even asked him.
Hopeless, I yelled for help.
“There’s no one there, you little girl,” he slurred.
And then
he laughed.
Foul words came spewing
out of his mouth as
I tried to block
out the pain
that was emanating
From down there.
Down the rabbit hole we go
truth or lie they don’t know
did I get the chance to say yes or no?
I know.
But will they believe him
when he testifies,
saying that I lied.
saying that I asked for it.
Lying
was not hard for him,
and
neither was playing
the victim.
And will they believe me
when I testify against him?
Will they think I tell the truth?
I know I do
I know I did
and I know he lied
because I was the victim,
and he raped me.
Down the rabbit hole we go
truth or lie they don’t know
did I get the chance to say yes or no?
I know.
But did the public believe me
when I testified?
Because my name is now
in the news.
Now, I face
the consequences of accusing
a white male of rape.
Death threats,
people say I deserved it,
slut shame me,
a whore.
They think I lied.
Because apparently a woman
who claims to have been raped
by a white man
is always lying.
The second trial date was set.
All I did was hope
that the jury believed me,
the judge believed me.
And then they were ready
to decide his fate.
Jail or no jail?
the jury conferred
they made a decision.
No.
Jail.
Time.
Down the rabbit hole we go
truth or lie they don’t know
did I get the chance to say yes or no?
I know.
All he did was smile
as he was escorted out.
After,
The public was both
Outraged and satisfied with his fate.
I never knew I had
So many allies,
Both victims and others alike.
They were angry.
They demanded a change.
But others were feeling satisfied,
Those who believed I lied.
And when I got home,
all I could do was
sit and think
About this injustice,
and how to make
those who believed him
realize this
is not okay, and
Never.
Will.
Be.
Grade: 8