Telegram to My Rapist
Telegram to My Rapist
You betrayed me with your cruelty
Tried to leave me empty hearted
Tried to drain the last drop
STOP
You held me hostage in late night hours
Once all of my screams were muted
Once I was silent and at ease
You decided to pacify me
STOP
My mother’s brother
Man of God
Nothing reverend about that white collar you wore
Palms
Freshly soaked in holy water
Lips
Sinfully parted from prayer
Hands
Lightly brush against my leg
Hands
Press hard against my thigh
Hands
Clamped tightly over my mouth
Hands slip deep into my...
STOP
Despite what you did to us
Here we stand
Fallen angel and sacrificial lamb
Waste of boy and radiant girl
Black bear and flesh filled honey pot
STOP
I haven’t forgot
What it feels like to have a heart torn apart
Mouth full of blood
Chest full of scars
STOP
I am better because of this hurt
STOP
This healing
STOP
You will never see the extraordinary women we grow to be STOP
You will never know the beauty that resides in me STOP
All because you never learned the meaning of the word...
STOP
Never yours truly, a survivor who will never be your victim Dakota Zihuatanejo
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