NO!

She was dying to be held

My God
she felt so lonely.

Too embarrassed
to explain

The reasons for her pain.

Bruised and batted

Dress all torn

With echo’s of “If only”.

Sorry state

For all to see

She sat there all alone.

“I told you so”, her mother’s voice

Running round inside her head

Another victim
another saga.

A disapproving frown

She asked for it
now surely

Dressed
as if she were a whore

Chitter, chatter
so accusing.

Voices bring her down

How dare they say

It was her fault

Regardless of consequence.

Instead of blaming her

They should be 
on her defense

“NO is NO”, 
and that’s a fact

Despite any circumstance.

If a female
can’t refuse a man

None of us
will stand a chance!