Everyone asking, even other girls,

where the pretty ones have gone,

As though they owed anyone,

merely by existing.

But you should know,

you saw them leave, too wasted

to give consent, such a waste,

with the older boys,

Who also felt entitled to access.

We all need to start answering for them,

when their voices have been silent

all these years, and only their

oppressors allowed to speak,

because otherwise, the police

are the ones asking the next day

where the pretty girls are,

and the answer is always ugly.