Did you know that your friend is a rapist?

With his friendly smile and his sparkly eyes that defies her request for him to STOP.

With his bar-room jokes and his rolled-up smokes that reminds her that her body is his.

Did you know that your colleague is a rapist?

With his dodgy back and his decaying breath that communicates her worth.

With his salary bump and his sullen mood that teaches her to stay quiet.

Did you know that your boyfriend is a rapist?

With his salty kiss and his bitten nails that scratch along her thighs.

With his Hallmark cards and his shiny shoes that reflect her fear.

Did you know that your brother is a rapist?

With his special tricks and his spiked tongue that drew her blood.

With his midnight texts and his weekly reminders.

Did you know that your son is a rapist?

With his gentle hugs and his crooked teeth that scarred her face.

With his mournful tears that soaked her skin.

Did you know that your father is a rapist?

With his tender lamb and his nicotine taste that made her sick.

With his dry skin and his heavy bones that broke her.

Did you know that your husband is a rapist?

With his red roses and his 2.4 kids that made it her fault.

With the loving hands that he used to choke her.

Did you know that you are a rapist?

With your tactile strokes and your trips in the car.

With your sweat that falls into her mouth.

With your presents and your gifts and your cards.

With the bruises that you created and the blood that stains your bed.

With the vows that you made and the bones that you break.

With your holidays, with your cars, with your castles in the sky.

With your desire to make her feel and your need to make her see.

With your look into her eyes when you decided to ignore her pleas.

Did you know you that are a rapist?