It takes so many forms outside the law
Beyond the vaginal penetration forced by testosterone
It is the clothes we wear
The thoughts we think
The images we live up to painted with their blood hands
The penetration goes into our eyes
Through them to our minds where frozen seretonin
Allows deeper poisons to flow faster
Into our secret hearts, some open and some sealed
The very way they kiss us asking for so much
That needy way they seem so naked and afraid
Using our own wombs against us in so many ways
The songs they sing and we mimick them
So damaged, torn and frayed but beyond the law
There are no crisis hotlines that can heal our collective pain
So well have they worked on us we need them not
We rape our selves each day, thanks much