This Is Our America

This is our America
There was another poem I planned to write today
It never fully formed
Something to do with daisies and or lilies
Had the perfect line I kept repeating
To remind myself to add as finish
I can't remember it now
Not now
Not after watching video of boys in Steubenville, Ohio
Witness a sixteen year old girl
Being raped
Urinated on
Watch her pass out
See her body lie on the floor
And laugh
Make jokes
Take video and photo
My measly love poem would be whipped cream

Spread over dirt pie
These are our boys we are rearing
They called her dead girl
Dead girl
She's deader than O. J.'s wife he said
They laughed
You know how I know she's dead
They peed on her and she didn't move
They laughed
There was a wang in her ass and she didn't move
There's usually a reaction to that
Somehow that was funny too
This is America
This is how we have taught our boys to feel about women
About our so what bodies they want to control
Ohio
Steubenville
High School
Football
Party

She wasn't dead
Dead girl wasn't dead
Maybe she wished she was
When she heard the coach say
She made up the rape to explain
Why she came home that way
That way
Came home that way
Watch her unconscious body
Being carried across the room
One boy holding her arms
Another her feet
Dead girl
They called her dead girl
Dead girl is not a nickname
A girl earns at a party
Like Barbie or Squeak
Long legs or Freckles
That way
Came home that way

This rape culture we live in
Where jocks are as untouchable as the devil
This victim blaming curse of a country
We did this
We reared those boys to rape
To laugh and videotape the funny of it all
To post photos of a girl's body
Being carried across the room
Out of the way



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Writer(s): Robin Reed
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