[Lyrics for Buried Inside – The Seductive Nature Of Female Sexuality]
We woke up one morning, confused and disoriented, wondering if it really happened.
But as they say, if it doesn’t kill you, it defines you.
Round of pleasure.
Mindf*ck.
The definition outweighs the violation, while cultural constructs remain, and the vulnerable are prey, a learned behavior festers, from depersonalization to conquest, without responsibility to consequence.
Where did it start and when will it end?
A reversal of moral accountability, a kiss that bites.
When glass is broken and a body falls, tangled and stretched.
To any action, there is no uniform response, nor a uniform time of recovery.
Scathed, scythed.
Dull the blade that reaps/rapes our fields of hope and security.
Because this is more than Nanking, and this is more than Vietnam.
This happens everyday, and this is happening right now.
Manhood is a delusion, an assumed identity, inked in patterns and sealed by sight.
‘For today I’m alive.’