rAPIST bastards!
Rapist rapist sick bastards!
There is no master of ceremonies, no song in a soul-
You may not see one, but mine is more than whole.
I am not just the mat you walk on under your feet.
It is not your place to judge me;
Now it is my turn to judge all of you.
They see more than you do, which is why they gave me The Hit List.
Whether you like me or not, I don't give a flying rat's ass.
For you, it's breathe or don't breathe-that's your only option.
I get no option, not since my children were taken
Back to the very ring I escaped from.
I am literally the evidence-you put it directly in my body,
An electronic device so you could assault me from afar,
Afraid to do it to my face,
And you wanted to include the entire human race.
Then you called me a thing, awarding all this chance-
Now you might want to switch sides,
Because animals are going extinct.
Mariska Hargitay's official website is mariskahargitay.com.