A rape is not a crime of flesh alone:
It transcends to the spirit’s very core.
It melts the marrow of one’s very bones
And washes faith out from the stranded shore.
A rape is not a metaphor of text
For ravaged forests or polluted streams.
It is a crime of violence, not of sex
A ravage of one’s sacred hopes and dreams.
But rape need not the death of spirit be
For strength is bred when violence is survived
One act alone need not one’s life decree:
For best revenge is to remain alive.
Time does heal wounds in bodies and in minds;
Brave souls lead not their lives by rape defined.
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