They were taken in the night,
Too fearful, afraid to fight.
They were forced to submit,
Like a slave, like an object,
Like a thing.

The ones that they told laughed and jeered,
Many called them a queer.
No one thought of the nights,
When they saw it again and again,
And again.

They cried when they were all alone,
Defeated, forgotten, and cold.
Told that they should have wanted it,
Told that they were weak,
Told that they should have fought back.

Now we see what rape can do,
But one thing I ask of you,
Did you stop to think,
That the victim may be a man,
and his rapist a woman?

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