Today I went with the Poetic Asides prompt to take the phrase “In Case of (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write the poem. I read a story today online that bothered me a bit and wanted to write something. It didn't turn out as I planned, but...it is a first draft.
In case there's any confusion
Not all boys rape, Rehteah.
There are boys that know better
than to ply a girl with so much
alcohol that she can't possibly
make a rational decision or
consent to have sex with one boy,
let alone four of them.
Not all boys think it's funny
to send pictures of the gang rape
over their smartphones to their
friends and post them online.
Not every single boy in Canada,
in the US, in the civilized world
is going to call a girl a slut
for being someone's vessel that
is left to piece together the events
the next morning, the next week, month.
You found your answer in a rope
and I'm tired of writing poems to
dead girls who hang themselves,
dead girls who think that these stupid
boys deserve to hold that much power
over them, dead girls who get cheated
out of the bliss of incredible music,
the sight of New York City's skyline,
the amazing waves of California's coast.
It wasn't fucking worth it, Rehteah.
Never let little bastards like that win.