I'm falling asleep, but I had to post this poem....

Why

Why, oh why can't you see?
Justice, hath become thine enemy.
He wanted this to happen
Do you have no vision?
How many times
How many cries of despair
Until you realize
He was there.
He raped me.
He didn't care?

Such a happy young woman
Her hopes and dreams soaring high
Until you damaged her to the core
Breaking her wings
So that she cannot fly.
So much anger, so much fear
He stole it from her- something so dear.

But, why?
Had she done anything?
No, she had just met the guy
He seemed charming and sweet
Little did she see- she'd be in total defeat.
Her mother had even met him
HOW could her vision have been so dim?

Oh, beautiful girl, it was not your fault
"No" escaping from your lips
This was quick and sharp
Just like the taste of salt.
Paralyzed with fear, his hands on her hips.
"Maybe I can change your mind about going the whole way."
"NO!"  But he did not listen, not today.

Please just stop, she pleads and begs
But he does not care or listen
The pain searing between her legs
This isn't happening to her
This is a dream- she cannot begin to decipher.
What the hell is happening here?
Will you fight back? No. She's in fear.

The assault lasts only thirty minutes long
That cannot be right, it has to be wrong.
Realization hits her like a jagged brick
She had been lured into his trick.
She had been paralyzed in fear
Feeling as though her mouth was taped
God.... she had been raped!

Why did this have to happen?
The thought is so sick
She was now 1 in 6
She was a tragic statistic.
There was no way she knew this would occur
Emotions filling her stomach, it happened to her.
It all happened so fast, to her it was a blur.

After the gruelling interview
She finally heads to the hospital
Her fear leaves her cold to the core
She'd never experienced this before.
The examination was ok and fine
But the rape test and pill crossed the line.
She just wanted it to all go away.  Damn dream.

But, it was not a dream
Rather, a nightmare
Her rapist didn't even care!
Because of him, she felt depressed and alone
Her heart, had turned to cold concrete stone.
It was just a bad, bad dream.
Losing sense of reality- life is no longer as it would seem.

2 months later
Mid November
The Detective tells her not to stress.
But she cannot- she's a total mess.
What happened to the P.A. interview?
Was she going to ignore it
And push it under the rug, too?

Residents have not the slightest clue
How could they- when it doesn't happen to you?
She concentrates on trying to level the field
Her wall, is now becoming her metal shield.
She is armed and ready for battle
He's a cowboy?
She'll knock down and crush that saddle.

Get ready
Get set
Go, go go.
The battle has begun
So demand an encore of the show.