By invitation.

rape is not a stranger,
he is not someone you never met,
he is someone you know,
a friend,
someone you went out with,
shared dinner,
smiled through your jokes,
had a dance,
kissed him lightly on his chicks
with your mouth closed.

These men friends of ours,
they smile nice,
dress to impress,
check on you
for you matter at that instance.
Walk you to your house,
watch to make sure you are safe
yet with every shut door
It is as who are left with the scars.

Being betrayed by your best friend,
your boyfriend,
not that thieve, not that stranger
who you thought will sneak from the dark.
Your boy friend, your best friend!,
we walk with them,
meet up at school with them,
see them with my friends at a coffee shop,
they are here,
In this circle of companionship.

we have them over to our rooms,
into our lives,
into our secrets,
our naivety to the beast within,
have them over for dinner
and get raped by invitation.
™©Mwangi Njoroge.

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