Why should you believe me,
When the jury agreed,
I’m as guilty as hell,
And it’s jail that I need,
Yes five years in prison,
For something I didn’t do,
And the court called me liar,
Although what I said was true ,
And you’ll be no different,
I can tell by your eyes,
Before I open my mouth,
You’ll think I’m telling lies,
And I cannot blame you,
Because I’d think that way,
If I hadn’t been there,
On that particular day,
I was down at the tavern,
And about to go home,
When she came on over,
And said are you drinking alone,
She said can I join you,
And I bought her a wine,
Then we sat there talking,
Until closing time,
She told me her husband,
Had gone out of town,
And it would be quite a while,
Before he was around,
And a woman gets lonely,
And a woman has needs,
Just like a man does,
And of course I agreed,
So I walked her home,
And I guess it’s a fact,
I leaned over to kiss her,
And she kissed me back,
And it wasn’t goodbye,
That she said in her kiss,
She said do you want to come in,
And I couldn’t resist,
We made love on the sofa,
Made love on the floor,
But she suddenly stopped,
With a noise at the door,
Oh god that’s my husband,
And she rose in a haste,
Slipped on the carpet,
And injured her face,
Then as if she’d gone crazy,
She started to scream,
Pulled at her blouse,
Until it tore at the seams,
She punched me and scratched me,
She was crying real tears,
I held her wrists to stop her,
But then her husband appears,
With a guy from his office,
And I couldn’t escape,
She ran over to them,
And she starts screaming rape,
They saw the bruise on her face,
And the scratch on my chest,
The state of her blouse,
And imagined the rest,
Well they gave me a beating,
Then with their anger appeased,
They left me on the floor,
While they rang for the police,
Oh I know what you’re thinking,
I’m a liar, a nonce,
Well that’s no surprise,
It’s the usual response,
Why would she lie,
She’s refined, upper class,
While I’m just a fellow,
That works welding cars,
Well you think what you want to,
Go on have your doubts,
Would she send me to prison,
So that he won’t find out,
While he’s gone she gets lonely,
And searches the streets,
No, look at her she’s lovely,
Who’d believe that woman cheats,
Who’d believe that she’s devious,
Behind those angel eyes,
And when she said that I raped her,
She told nothing but lies.
By S.E.Ralph..
27-7-2001
What an impact this poem makes and we rarely hear the other side. Well written.
Love and Dreams,
Karen
and the vivid visuals are astonishing
Compelling Realities
Vickie
Heart breaking although I absolutely do not like rapist that is for sure.
It is just as bad when someone accuses another of such a defiling act!
Blessings,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
Regis