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.
