Quiet

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been

When a feminist is raped
All of her anger
All of her hope is
Useless to her in that moment

Her anger will return after, with force
But not directed at him

He will stay the skeleton in her closet,
in her bed,
Because to even admit that he exists
That THAT happened, to her,
Is to dissolve her completely

Her hope never returns the same way.
It has been smeared with some one else’s sweat and anyway,
Nothing helped her.
Not then.

When a feminist is raped
It is the quietest she has ever been.

So.
We need to hold hands and
SCREAM for her, loud and long and hollow and raw,
To hold her anger
To heal her hope