Rapists in the Lecture Halls
Updated: Mar 10
Content warning: rape (no graphic depiction)
There are rapists in the lecture halls.
It’s just, like, a fact.
Boys, little wormy, disgusting boys
Rape people all the time,
And nothing happens to them.
There are all these programs that pinky promise
Monsters are managed.
It’s such a mirage,
Such a lie.
Title IX is a joke.
The “justice” system is a ruse.
Boys rape people,
And they go to class with their victims,
But they go to class with everyone else too,
And these innocent people will never know who they sit by.
These rapists make friends
And have girlfriends
And eat crappy burgers in the cafeteria
And it feels like there is not even a single afterimage of order
That a sexual predator should be able to complain
That his ground beef is overcooked.
There are scrawny rapists,
Terribly unassuming rapists
Who are into Super Mario Brothers
And wear glasses
And look like they never really embraced puberty.
There are rapists who don’t know they are rapists.
They rape people because they believe so deeply
What they do is okay.
Lots of rapists rape because
They can’t see anything wrong
Within their pathetic self.
Their survivors will never have the paltry justice of knowing
They are aware of what they have done
And they have to live with it
And they remember it from time to time
And they feel the weight of their profound violation
Because they don’t.
You’ll never have closure.
You'll never get to tell them off.
So play along.
Like you did in preschool,
But this time you are older,
And your whole future rides on this collegiate stage.
Pretend we can see monsters.
But know secretly and deeply
That all monsters are imperceptible ghosts.
And I am a wraith
Because my soul is passing
Through these halls
Disgusted and angry.
You’ve probably sat next to a rapist,
But don't think about it.
Just join the production.
You are on the cast list.
We live a fiction.
It has to be this way
Or else I would fade into the wall.
A nuclear shadow
Amidst the terrors so prevalent.