Brock Turner is a convicted rapist who was only held in prison for three months; he raped another student at Stanford and faced few consequences. I decided to write this poem because this case is still relevant. It proves what our country truly values. It proves they are more worried about a white man’s life and education more so than a female rape victims, whose life will forever be changed. As a feminist and someone who believes in social justice, I wanted to further expose Brock for what he truly is: a rapist whose life deserves to be spent in prison.
Victimized, Traumatized, and Still No Justice
White, blonde hair, blue eyes
my monster wears a suit and tie
He sits across the courtroom and denies
He denies what he did to me in order to be set free
his attorneys sit there and defend him preaching he was destined to be a champion
An olympian they say, wishing it was still true today
They blame me for his choices, not a gold medal but a prison sentence
They blame me for wearing a cardigan
They blame me for drinking
They blame me for walking alone
They blame me for taking away his dream
His dreams?
What about my dreams!
My dreams ripped from me along with my shirt behind a dumpster
Pine needles woven into my hair, their smell lingering in my nose
12 am
He got 6 months watered down to 3
Not wanting to disturb his life
Horrified by the idea of it being over
But my life will forever be unhinged, this moment ever present in my mind
With no get out of jail free card
Because in our country the guilty always go free
