LADY GODIVA: The Naked Truth

I dreamt you sat in my father’s chair, your throat bound silent with something I couldn’t name. And as I watched you sitting there, I couldn’t help but still take the blame. You glared up, misreading the note and the room, thinking I’d whisper words I still couldn’t say. But while standing, I saw your type of man, and knew you were never gonna pray or pay.  We felt the air change in this strange room, had our chests been storms, they would have been a monsoon.  And just as soon as I thought I would swoon, I heard the murmur moving throughout the platoon. That’s when I knew what I now know: when you didn’t ask me not to go, I could no longer stay. All we could never say aloud, it has already hushed an entire crowd. So I’m dubious now of your mood or the room… True love or sheer madness, it all ends in doom. 

He was lucky, he says. My lawyer said my assailant was lucky. Lucky how? Aren't I the one who's lucky to be alive? Supposed to be lucky anyway.  No, I say, I'm the lucky one.  Try to frivolously explain how this is all just Institutionalized Weaponized Incompetence. How this Brotherhood of Men they are better at turning heads than they are at pages.  Just as they're better at raising funds than they are at wages. Decry pornography as their 'free speech' to conveniently not categorize all the femicides it causes or how all the women on the show Wives With Knives had merely befallen to Battered Women Syndrome.  Males will cast you in their star-earned role of Psycho Bitch  but if you get picked, seven years in, they'll still get that itch... For boys will be boys, and men have needs. That's why they loosen their ties to roll up their sleeves; only honest men could ever perceive how a woman deceives. Graverobbers calling us golddiggers.  Meanwhile, I wait f...