No No is not just a word. It’s a whole sentence all on its own. Maybe if I’d screamed it more softly you would have left me alone. Perhaps my eyes squeezed shut of their own accord. And my mouth did the same as my crying was ignored. My arms were locked in anger and fear. The blood rushing to my head must be why you couldn’t hear. One look in your eyes made it all clear to see: you had no idea you were raping me. The tragic truth I found on your face: you thought I was a game, the end of a chase. I was the next prize you thought you had won. My pitiful “No” was turning you on. Your hands were so strong as they wrestled me down. Your face wore a smile while mine wore a frown. But that wasn’t enough for you to see, ’cause your only thought was conquering me. As you held me down, my body was bucking. You knew you were winning, but this isn’t just fucking. See, your problem is pride and a swelled ego, and nobody ever told you that “No” means no! You got off of me with a triumphant look, having zero perception of what you just took. Even if silent, a “No” is a no. Even if she lies still, you must let her go. That coercive behavior is bullshit too. How would you like it if I did it to you? Or better yet, what if Mike or Tom held you down and watched you struggle and dismissed your frown? What if they pinned you in a loveless embrace, ignoring the shame and pain on your face? How would you like if they took all your pride while you lay there bucking and dying inside? Now tell me who’s wrong. Does this help you see just what the hell that “No” really means? Do you see now this isn’t a game? You violated someone and left them with shame. Now tell me how easy it is to forget when it’s you saying “No,” being pinned to the bed. This shit ain’t no joke. This isn’t a game. Put yourself in my place and let me know who’s to blame. Every day I’m alive I think of this shit. It’s burned into my mind. There’s no forgetting it! Now you balk at my words. You cringe at my rage. But all you have to do is turn the page. This day will forever be burned in my mind, and you’re waiting for me to say something kind!?!? Forget it. There’s nothing kind to be said until all men learn: “She said what she said!” “No.” Means. No! September 21, 2026