'sexual abuse' 'sexual harassment' 'broken trust' 'redemption' 'strength'
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Tears, tears go away.Why must you come back almost every day?You remind me of my pain.You remind me of my past.Why can't you go away?Just let this happiness last.
If I went back in time
To steal his favorite toy
The boy
Might think
I did him wrong
Might think
What a bitch she is for taking what's mine
Find my favorite toy
Clammy palms, Closing throat
Why didn’t I know?
I saw the clues but I would’ve never imagined this dude
Pressing himself onto me like I’m just a hot piece of meat
It was snowing outside when he first hurt me.
He who’s name that I cannot speak without tears,
used to be so familiar to me.
We dated for a couple years,
Why doesn't she believe that she is worth more than this. She is worth more than this. Her body is something special, something that not everyone deserves to explore
I ask for your trust
To know my clothes didn’t reply
With a yes to his hands,
When my own rights he denied.
I ask for you to realize,
My mom tells me"Forgiveness is a journey, not a destination."
I like to believe that.
I like to imagine myself.One day.Looking him in the eye and telling him
"You owe me nothing"
I carry my purse wherever I go.
I have private things inside that I never show.
I have a phone and a wallet amongst other things.
Sometimes I even carry around my favorite rings.
She isn't broken,
but if she were it would be simpler,
because then she could fix herself.
She isn't broken, but bruised,
not cracked, but dented.
she once loved so deeply,
When I talk about my rape people tell me to talk about something else,
something less of a drag
Like they're telling me to be quiet.
But I have been quiet for much too long
She didn’t know
That I was swept away by all the tears of being a teen
Even though I was in my 20’s
She didn’t know
Nothing Happened.
Words I always say.
Because rembering that day.
like living a nightmare
Pretending not to care.
saying “I’m fine”
But I’m not because you couldn’t stop crossing that line.
HushMy faultHushI could have stopped itHushI wanted itHushNobody will believe meHushHe didn’t know it was wrongHushHe said he was sorryHush
i am my poetry
every line, every stanza is the story of me
you can feel my pain
rhyming to help keep me sane
eloquence
is the technique to make life make sense
Look at her and what do you see
You see her
You see her happy
You see her laughing
You see her smiling
You see her engaging
What you told me to do was"To be slient"
What you told me to do was "To open your legs"
What you told me do was " Not tell the world"
Evermore a passing thought
I can lie about love
I can lie about lust
But when you lie
I turn to dust
