Consent

As preference takes its place
And loneliness is the safest way
In a culture dominated by rape
Painted on a landscape a man created
It’s hard to shield your pain
Grit your teeth in the smile you display  
This is nothing, if not a man’s world
Victimless, as we claim our girls
Have we raised a generation of rapists?
Or did we just reshape the mould
And fiddle the rules, until we made it fit
When the question of consent has been
replaced with whatever we say it is.
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