Dark, Cold-No one to hold

Secret kept in-Not told

Dirty, Mean

Smells like a fiend

I can’t believe it’s me

What will I do now?

How can I pick myself up from the ground?

Turn this frown into a smile

I’ll tell someone who can help

Instead of keeping it to myself

Don’t Be Afraid, We Have Come Too Far

Dedicated To All Rape Victims

Boy Talk, 2007