Riddle Me This

My body, the evidence, middle schoolers, the jury When I told the stories, they rolled their eyes Said, a life has space for only one tragedy, one pair of hands can violate this body So tell me, innocence lost or stolen? Because I woke that morning with hips forgetting what it felt like to hold it Forgetting I am beautiful and what it felt like to know it When I was young and a gymnast, my instructor asked me to stay after class Turned the lights down low, put my head in his lap Said, don’t be afraid, this is where we take naps Sooner or later we all face our judgement He may not deserve it, but I choose forgiveness Woman, believe me His hands were sinful, your hips are holy (Hips are holy, hips are holy) Your tears can’t wash him clean Baby girl, haven’t you heard? You can’t steal peace from an angel on earth (Angel on earth) I’ve seen my Momma become a doctor, and I’ve watched my Daddy write a book Together they built a coward's worst fear, a woman who knows whats she’s worth So believe me when I say that I am done crying, hear me when I say this body is mine Sealed lips and politeness just ain’t any fun, so just like a girl, these words are a gun You were thirty years old, balding Preying on girls who were not yet women half naked at a rave with no adult supervision The taste of fresh air always burns at first sip, so before I go, first riddle me this Monsters or men? Is it truth or a myth? And I’ll stop writing rape poems once you start to listen Woman, believe me His hands were sinful, your hips are holy (Hips are holy, hips are holy) Your tears can’t wash him clean Baby girl, haven’t you heard? You can’t steal peace from an angel on earth (Angel on earth) I'll tell the whole world what you did in that room With sunlight and time, all things will bloom Even the truth Woman, believe me His hands were sinful, your hips are holy Your tears can’t wash him clean Haven’t you heard? You can’t steal peace from an angel on earth Woman, believe me His hands were sinful, your hips are holy (Hips are holy, hips are holy) Your tears can’t wash him clean Baby girl, haven’t you heard? You can’t steal peace from an angel on earth (Angel on earth)