There is no difference between being raped
and being pushed down a flight of stairs
Except that the wounds also bleed inside.
There is no difference between being raped
and being run over by a truck
Except that afterwards men asked you if you
enjoyed it
There is no difference between being raped
and going head first through a windshield
Except that afterwards you are afraid not of cars
But of half the human race.
Extract from a poem by Marge Piercy