Rape was just around the corner when he came on my frilly, white dressAt only 2 years old, I was no longer innocentBut no one wants to hear testimony like thisNo one wants the truth in all its darkness The sweet white lies are what they preferSo I stay quiet or tell them what they want to hearI've grown quite good at that: reading the subtextknowing what people want with my intuitionhaving to zone in on what isn't being saidliving the lie that they want me to wedletting them penetrate and make their messholding in the howls that go unnoticed trying to wipe off the wetness from when she licked my skinas she told them all the oppositeworst part is: they believed itonly able to see from their own perspective And I'm unable to wipe away their ignorancewith no one willing to be my witness