This Is Our America

This is our America There was another poem I planned to write today It never fully formed Something to do with daisies and or lilies Had the perfect line I kept repeating To remind myself to add as finish I can't remember it now Not now Not after watching video of boys in Steubenville, Ohio Witness a sixteen year old girl Being raped Urinated on Watch her pass out See her body lie on the floor And laugh Make jokes Take video and photo My measly love poem would be whipped cream Spread over dirt pie These are our boys we are rearing They called her dead girl Dead girl She's deader than O. J.'s wife he said They laughed You know how I know she's dead They peed on her and she didn't move They laughed There was a wang in her ass and she didn't move There's usually a reaction to that Somehow that was funny too This is America This is how we have taught our boys to feel about women About our so what bodies they want to control Ohio Steubenville High School Football Party She wasn't dead Dead girl wasn't dead Maybe she wished she was When she heard the coach say She made up the rape to explain Why she came home that way That way Came home that way Watch her unconscious body Being carried across the room One boy holding her arms Another her feet Dead girl They called her dead girl Dead girl is not a nickname A girl earns at a party Like Barbie or Squeak Long legs or Freckles That way Came home that way This rape culture we live in Where jocks are as untouchable as the devil This victim blaming curse of a country We did this We reared those boys to rape To laugh and videotape the funny of it all To post photos of a girl's body Being carried across the room Out of the way