My Acquitted poem is small scream from the already loud crowd of victims and women who are appalled by the verdict.
As a woman, I fear for myself, my sister, my mother, my friends and all the future generation of women in this nation. This sends a positive message to all the perverts and mollestors that "Hey, if he could get out and live through that, so can I!"
And all I can say to him and to the people who let this happen, "God can't be bribed or lied to." He may be forgiving, but I heard that purgatory is a bitch. I hope they let you and your kind bend over for all eternity.
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