PSA

This doesn't look like the face of a victim...my full cherry lips...my bedroom eyes...my soft skin....my perfect nose...my mole

This doesn't look like the body of a victim...my small feet with polished toes.. .my plump breasts and thick thighs...my piercings and tattoos....my small waist...my firm ass

This doesn't seem like the charactor of a victim....the way i smile big...the way i laugh...the way i stare into your eyes when you speak....the way i get butterflies when you get near me...the way i stay away from family

This doesn't sound like the voice of a victim....the way i screech in orgasm when you hold me down...the way i scream when you slap me around...the way i yelp when you throw me in the wall...the way i moan with your hands on my throat...the way i explain when you need answers now....the way you drag me by the hair across the ground...


This doesn't seem like a confession of a victim....the way i plead to the cops....the way i stutter....the way you slapped two black eyes on me like butter...how those scratches and scrapes never fade away...how those bruises stay for days...the kind make-up won't cover.

No...you're just a pretty girl Tuesday...stop making shit up.