Sweet White Lies

Rape was just around the corner 

when he came on my frilly, white dress 

At only 2 years old, I was no longer innocent 

 

But no one wants to hear testimony like this 

No one wants the truth in all its darkness 

The sweet white lies are what they prefer 

So I stay quiet or tell them what they want to hear 

 

I've grown quite good at that:  reading the subtext 

knowing what people want with my intuition 

having to zone in on what isn't being said 

living the lie that they want me to wed 

 

letting them penetrate and make their mess 

holding in the howls that go unnoticed 

trying to wipe off the wetness from when she licked my skin 

as she told them all the opposite 

worst part is:  they believed it 

only able to see from their own perspective 

 

And I'm unable to wipe away their ignorance 

with no one willing to be my witness