If you've seen the video for my poem Carved into Bones you know where I stand on the idea that in order for a rape to be validated there must be proof. This is a topic that really gets under my skin and it probably will for the rest of my life. So I wrote about it some more and I thought I'd share this very rough first draft for a limited time. I'm thinking this may be the start of my next book project...
No Proof ≠ No Rape
This society says your rape isn’t really rape if you don’t have proof,
says your word
your trembling limbs
your scratched at skin
don’t mean a thing
don’t mean violated
don’t mean assaulted
can’t prove you’ve been raped if you can’t prove you said no
that you fought,
can’t pull the salt of your tears from your cheeks, hold it out like rocks overflowing in your palm and say here, this is their touch, their breath, their heat. this is the only proof I have besides my tongue, or will you take that too?
maybe these bodies need to apologize
say sorry for being a body
for being not theirs
for making them want to make this body theirs by being
for them taking this beings body and this being not making certain this body could prove
is not always a thing that can be proved
that does not mean it did not happen
that does not mean it did not happen
that does not mean you can tell someone it did not happen to them
societies denial does not un-rape anyone
it teaches monsters that they can rip you off your hinges as long as they don’t leave fingerprints
can stomp their way across the threshold of your flesh just make sure they cover their tracks
says, don’t worry, we won’t believe them unless you’ve confessed. Your word against their consent.
says, even if you did do it, we can’t blame you. Not when they were asking for it with all that skin over all those bones housing all that human inside that you needed to make yours.
This society says your rapist is not a really a rapist if you don’t have proof
so you give them your story, plead that this is the only thing you have, reopen the wounds and bleed, shouting NO PROOF DOES NOT EQUAL NO RAPE until your lips crack, begging to be believed but they still say, show us
It's been a busy time for me what with finishing up my poetry book, planning the release, setting up shows and switching hosts for my website. I'm so excited that my very first (but not last) book is complete! I can't wait to see what everyone thinks!
I have a few announcements:
1. If you'd like the chance to win a FREE SIGNED copy of Falling in Love with Picking Myself up you should enter the Goodreads giveaway which will end on Thursday, September 16th.
2. Pre-orders for the book will begin on Monday, August 17th and will end on Thursday, September 16th. If you happen to win the Goodreads giveaway but have already paid for your pre-order I WILL refund you.
3. If you are in Charlotte, NC on September 17th or 18th I will be performing and I'll have copies of the book available for purchase and signing. So come out and support art! You can find out more info about the shows by viewing my Calendar!
Thanks so much for all the encouragement thus far, I can't wait to see what happens next!
I am beyond ecstatic to announce that on Thursday, September 17th I will be releasing my debut poetry book, Falling in Love with Picking Myself up. I hope you will join me at Upstage in Charlotte, NC where I will be featuring and reading poems from the book thanks to Touch One Productions! More details are coming soon! For now, here's a sneak peek at the cover!
In April I participated in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) which is a challenge to write 30 poems within the 30 days of the month. This year was the first I ever completed the challenge (yay!!!). I didn't wind up posting all of the poems on this blog but you can read the ones I did HERE for a limited time. Today I came across one of the poems that I feel with some editing could it could be pretty good. Thought I'd post it since it's been a while.
Thrill of the Hunt
There’s something about a smoky building filled with writhing bodies that puts me on the prowl, like any moment I could find someone who will destroy me in the most honey of ways, so I lean against the bar, cold beer in hand, hunting on a lonely stomach.