321,500 victims How do you measure their pain each year? In clothing, in alcohol, in acquaintances, in consciousness? Ah, yes, tis the seasons of one-sided lovemaking At least, that’s what a judge of the court would call it instead of Rape. This word shouldn’t be kept hush-hush Sugarcoated for those whose hearts are faint It is not “a tragic accident” Or a “mistake” It is a choice And that choice was Rape. 321,500 survivors Cause we don’t want your pity We want change. We don’t care that he was a swimmer, A teacher, A drama prodigy, A celebrity, Or a scholar with dreams. We care that he is a rapist But you’re worried about your football team. We are saying YES to change, Isn’t yes your favorite word?
321,500 people Reaching Uplifting Crying Kicking Unwavering Starting a R.U.C.K.U.S.