One morning after I had finished my rounds at the hotel, I read an article about Fiona Apple’s life. She was raped by a stranger when she was twelve and engaged in a behavior called cutting. It affected me on an emotional level to know that such an act happened. I just never thought about that kind of thing happening even though I knew intellectually that there were individuals who have raped girls.
On the way to school that morning, the news talked about a group of teens who were kidnapped in a country in South America. They were pulled out of the bus and separated. The men were held at gun point and could hear the women being raped. I became so enraged that I couldn’t sleep. I walk the campus for two hours trying to find an appropriate outlet for my anger. It wasn’t until after classes that day that I was able to turn to poetry to give myself some peace of mind.
I really liked Fiona Apple’s voice and her “Criminal” video was hot, but it was on that day that I realized I love Fiona Apple. I can’t save her. I can’t even save myself. I can’t change what happened to her or what happened to the women in South America. I cannot even stop the next rape, but I can do my best to support those who have been raped.
Fiona will never know that I am alive, but that doesn’t change the way I feel about her, but for as long as she sings and releases albums, I will be fan.
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