The cameras were flashing everywhere as I made my way to the courthouse,
There was nothing but noise of reporters trying to get me to talk.
I was buried in a jacket over my head to protect my face,
As the prosecutors and my parents led me into the courthouse.
Getting through security was the part where it would take a bit,
As photographers were trying to get any sort of photo of me for their newspapers.
It was the scariest day of my life beyond dealing with the rape,
As I am about to find out these little boy’s fates and how long they are going away for.
My stomach was churning as I was starting to feel really sick,
I knew I had to get to a bathroom as soon as possible and my mom knew it.
There was an aura of uncertainty that engulfed the courthouse that day,
As security was everywhere because of the vitriol people have spewed at me.
I’m still the hoe that ratted on athletes and ruined their lives and careers,
Meanwhile I’m still the victim, this happened to, “me,” not them.
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