Your snowmobile being stolen is not like Rape

your snowmobile being stolen is not like rape

the smell of a stranger wearing that thief's deodorant will not make you crumble to the floor in a crowded room
a hot mess of tears and shakes and dry heaves

the sight of snowmobiles being stolen depicted in movies & television
won't ever make you fast forward

the loss of your snowmobile won't make you look into the heavens

to scream, "This god? This? After years of lectures of why I should save my snowmobile for marriage?  This is how you take my fucking snowmobile?"

it will never

make you doubt your safety ever time you are near a male friend/boyfriend/husband

it will never

cause you flashbacks in your lovers arms

it will never

send you to therapy as you struggle to mend your insides

someone stealing your snowmobile
will never EVER

haunt you

so please, don't stand in front of a classroom of teenagers and compare your snowmobile being stolen to being raped.

the ordinary girl

would you love her if she wasn't extraordinary?
would your eyes adore her if she were just
ordinary
would she bore you
would you reach for her if she was 90% less sparkles
what if she were grey
what if she just gets up every day
and does what needs to be done
what if that's all she is
or ever will be