This poem is called I Dare You. As disgusting as it is, we live in a world where rape and sexual abuse victims are haunted day after day by the accusations that we asked for it, or that our clothes are to blame for the lack acknowledgement of the word no. I am one of these people. I wrote this at four in the morning after someone had the audacity to tell me that I should be GRATEFUL I am cat-called and stared at every day because some girls just don’t get that kind of attention. I was told I am too proud, too happy, and too well put together to be a victim. That my stories are just novels written by a woman who had lucid dreams that haunted her when she woke up. The only things that haunt me in my daily life are people like that.