Letter To My Rapist Poem by Lady N

Dear Mr. Rapist,

Does the sound of my cries haunt you when you sleep at night? ,
Do you think that it was okay because I didn't struggle, I didn't fight?
Do you think about what you did and ever want to apologize?
Or do you find amusement out of my sorrow, humor out of my cries?
I think about it everyday and I know I am the blame,
I know it was my falut, I am the source of my own pain,
I know I should've fought back, but my fear got the best of me,
And it wouldn't let me fight, for my own virginity,
You know I still can hear your screams, the orders that you barked,
And everyday I think about what you did to me in Colombus Park,
'Kneel on the ground', 'Move your hands', 'Arch your back',
Do you realize what you stole from me, and that I can never have it back,
I remember everything, from the hard slaps to the face,
To the entering of my walls, in that wooded little place,
Dear Mr. Rapist, I hope you rot in jail,
And that God has no mercy and he lets you burn in hell,