Consent – Poem #35

Consent – Poem #35

23/08/2019 0 By GlennThomas

As preference takes its place
Loneliness seems the safest way
Painted on a landscape man created
And a culture dominated by rape
 
It’s hard not to shield your pain
Gritted teeth in a smile displayed
This is nothing, if not a man’s world
Victimless, as we claim our girls
 
Have we raised a generation of rapists?
Or did we reshape the mould
Fiddle the rules, until we made it fit
And leave her full of resent and hatred
 
Now the question of consent has been
replaced with whatever we say it is.