two sides of the same stone #2

what if I told you... the victim of rape was a man. scared and alone, No one believed him for men are supposed to hide their pain. what if I told you... The rapist was a woman. she wanted money and a good time but no one would ever suspect a perfect lie with a beautiful face. what if I told you... the abused was a man. scared of his wife, but he kept it hidden. society would never believe a woman smaller than him could really cause him fear. what if I told you... the abuser was a woman. she wanted power and control, No one would blame a pretty face. too small, too petite, who would ever believe she could hurt a fly? what if I told you... The kid who loved to read was really a boy. curled up by the fireplace he let his imagination run adventures he never get to see. feel feelings he knew he could never express. connected with characters who felt the same as him. what if I told you... The kid who loves sports was a girl. hair up in a bun, skinny jeans and a t-shirt, running to be free. Never did like to read never the gentle one by heart. why must it be? we pick stereotypes for people we barely know. categorize people as if everything was black and white. but nothing's ever as it seems.