I remember that day,
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.
I was defiled by the man,
I was supposed to call 'Father' .
Under those Stars and Stripes
Red, White, and Blue.
It would be the perfect day no one will believe,
Sexual Assault would happened to you.
I guess the word "America" means "freedom" - as in,
"free to rape your fucking eleven-year-old kid" .
I was but a piece of meat,
For him to pound and rip and play.
He radiated sweaty heat
As he bent me over, and was forced to obey.
Like White European Settlers,
He colonized and violated my body,
As if it were land,
a dead thing you can claim.
Maybe I displayed effeminate behavior,
and therefore he decided to have his way with me.
I remember that day,
The Fourth of July Nineteen-Ninety-Seven.
I was defiled by the man,
I was supposed to call 'Father' .
He touched my gentials and my torso
and viced my wrists,
as fireworks exploded along the Delaware,
in Philadelphia that night.
Right on the waterfront,
At Penn's Landing to be exact.
I found the courage to report it to the police,
it went to court in Woodbury, New Jersey.
On August Twelveth, Nineteen-Ninety-Seven , My twelveth birthday.
The Fucking Judge Tomasello, let the bastard walk free.
The court said "My mother and I made this up"
I was blamed for telling the truth
The State protects that patriarchal bastard-of-a-prepetrator,
who lied his way out of jail.
I guess that crack in that Liberty Bell,
shows how fucked up the American Injustice System really is.
I was shamed and ridiculed,
And ostracized from my community.
I cut myself on my shoulder, cut out my first birthmark with scissors,
and attempted suicide several times during my teenage years.
I hated my Male Body,
I didn't want to be a boy anymore, more so after the rape.
So I did something about it years later,
but that's a whole other story I'll get into later.
So this and every Fourth of July: past, present, and future.
Please don't fly those Stars and Stripes for me,
and tell me it represents freedom, its fucking bullshit.
