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Dark Night
Half drunk, half sleep
His hand is on my leg.
I have no excuse for my behavior,
I can only tell you how I feel.
How do I say no when I put myself here?
How do I say no when it's not the action that scares me,
It's the gender I fear.
His strength, his touch
Is unbelievably there.
If I say no,
Will he be all that I can bear.
I can't call it rape because I never said no,
Is this really who I am?
A half drunk, half sleeping whore.
His hand is on my leg.
I have no excuse for my behavior,
I can only tell you how I feel.
How do I say no when I put myself here?
How do I say no when it's not the action that scares me,
It's the gender I fear.
His strength, his touch
Is unbelievably there.
If I say no,
Will he be all that I can bear.
I can't call it rape because I never said no,
Is this really who I am?
A half drunk, half sleeping whore.
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