Why should we believe her?
We never met her, we don’t know her
but somewhere in our lives we knew someone—
a friend, a classmate, a cousin
who experienced something:
rape, molestation, abuse—
at the hands of someone they knew
or perhaps just met;
Someone they trusted,
or didn’t know well enough yet to trust.
A classmate, a friend, a familiar adult—
someone who took “no” as “yes”
took advantage of the situation
of their youth, their naïveté,
the fact that they were alone
if only for a moment.
Perhaps they were drinking … perhaps not.
Whatever happened, whenever it happened
does not diminish the fact that it did happen;
that it wasn’t asked for,
that it wasn’t wanted.
Boys will be boys?
How many men do you know
who would force a woman against their will?
Would you? Seriously, would you??
I believe her.
I have no doubt she remembers
...because I do
I remember.
I remember.
© Ginny Brannan 2018
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