Here is a little poem I wrote. My dad me that Rape is fun. Then said suck my dick I've got a gun.
What are you saying? Weren't you raped by your father? Are you saying you enjoyed it?
It's poetry man, what are you talking about?
I empathize about how you were raped by your father, that is sickening. But I do not think that joking about rape or taking it lightly is an effective way to cope about it. I recently read "Know My Name" by Chanel Miller where she talked about how she coped with being sexually assaulted, and I recommend you watch it.