A Day When They Killed Me

So what are you going to say at my funeral now that you've killed me. Here lies my body, touched, inhuman and dead without reason, without a gun to my head, without a knife to the back, but, with touch. Have you ever been in a life-threatening situation, whether it's on the street, your home or at your work? And within that moment your mind doesn't think of death, it thinks of life. Life with your friends, your dearest loved ones, family. Your mind races and traces back to distant memories, you won't be able to experience them again. Your hands shake and your throat numbs as it gets twisted, your head hurts as your long locks of beautiful hair gets pulled. But do you know what was worse, it was the aftermath of it all. The words you once spoke, are speechless. But the words you speak now are lies, you hear them the minds of mindless people, the words I remember that still whisper around me are “it's my fault” “I done it” “I made this
One of the basic tenants of the United States Constitution is freedom of expression. If a woman wants to wear a short skirt or go bra-less she had the God-given and Constitutional right to do without harassment or fear of bodily harm. 
If a man is unable to restrain from committing rape because he sees a woman in some item of provocative clothing then he needs to blindfold himself anytime he is in public! A woman doesn't wear a skirt that is short to impress a boy or to highlight her vanity. It's not fair, the freedom of wearing what you want is such an empowering thing and it shows a way of expressing yourself, so why is this being demolished. Rape is usually compared to being “forced” as the women are forced. So I'm not sure if women putting a short skirt or a low-cut top that exploits their breasts is forced. It isn't that hard to put clothes on, well unless they have zips and laces attached