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When we have gone through something traumatic like a guy trying to get in our pants when we are not wanting it Or we are assaulted or in an abusive relationship
When I walk at night night I walk alone. Nothing to to distract me from my inner thoughts. No one to disturb my inner pease. No cars to watch me struggle with him.
How could i have been assaulted again? I must have asked for it I was leading him on anyway
When I was 9, my parents separated, to be divorced 4 years later after strung out custody hearings and he said/she said bullshit in avoidance of signing one simple document.For the entire month of May that year, I did not see my mother.
feminism /ˈfeməˌnizəm/ noun
How did I know I was no longer a child? I knew moment he grabbed me. His hand touched my body without my consent and I knew I was a woman. I knew he thought me an object something to be used
where to start where to place the blame where did i stop being a kid maybe it was when my fifth grade teacher told me i couldnt wear shorts skirts because the boys would look,
no means no telling you to get off and pulling away means no not now means no i dont want to means no i dont feel like it means no i want to go home means no leave me alone means no
She falls apart often she pretends it’s alright But she goes back to that night it wasn’t the first, it wasn’t the last but it was the one that shattered her mask she ignored the things from the past
I'll cut you off. It'll be easy. Like a wart from flesh, though not as fresh, I relish the day that you confess, As I step on stage, wearing the very same dress, I wore that day when you professed,
nobody saw the pain behind her smile everyone assumed evrything was fine they have no idea how wrong they were while they looked away he was leaving bruises some were emotional but most were physical
crying at night laughing by day she was too weak to speak up suffering through his abuse silently listening to screaming feeling the punches but one day he went too far
Monster, I used to love you And you told me you loved me You told me you loved learning about the stars
It's the shadow in my room at night, it's the random bumps in the dark that make my heart race and jump. The creature in the dark room that I dare not enter first, The eyes on my back
I used to fear you But now I dont want to I won't bother being afraid Because you will never hurt me again I was small when you assaulted me Too young to understand consent
I lie in bed every night, The guilt seeps into my dreams, Someday they'll catch you, And I'll be waiting, Gripping smoldering justice, Like a loaded gun. I'm eternally conflicted,
The demon will always be with me. It used to control me, Control what I did, who I talked to. I could only talk to those who knew, others wouldn't understand. But at the same time, I couldn't tell anyone.
My eyes refused to shed tears. I am told to keep my mouth closed and my statement to myself by the energies around me. You had my mouth taped closed and not once was I able to gasp for air.
Never expected his hands to grab there, Invading my body that parasite, His arm on my throat I could catch no air, He would never hurt me he wouldn’t bite.
I was touched, touched by a man of sin. A man who continued to strip me apart with no mercy. He touched me. It was as if he didn’t understand no.
I was touched, touched by a man of sin. A man who continued to strip me apart with no mercy. He touched me. It was as if he didn’t understand no.
My lungs failed. My mind fogged. The tears stopped flowing, For I was dead. My heart ceased. My body trembled. I could no longer feel the rain, For I was dead.
as he grabs my hips when i just want to dance he sways me back and forth i rip off his hands he rubs himself against me as i say no. he says "not a chance" he proceeds to slap my ass
A useless flower on Valentine’s Day Red to paint her lovers name as tainted as the love he gave Roses have thorns but men have blades He grabbed my wrists and cut my veins
The Picture Society Paints Rape culture It normalizes abuse Objectification glamorizing assault
no one saw what you did except the crickets in the garden who chirped a melody
I love my rescue dog A white chihuahua we found and ended up keeping She’s so small and fat and and happy all the time
You don’t know how you plucked my heart like a rose and it skipped a beat as you whispered the sweetness of sonnets.
by Ariel Douglas (2 June 2018) I believed you I trusted you You broke me You used me You never loved me You took my heart
Picture Have to get his picture don’t know his name never seen him before today He needs to be punished They won’t put in the effort without a name
A young girl silenced by society- Suffocated by the hands of oppression. Punished for her body parts- Or lack thereof. Her potential escapes her-
You say I shouldn’t be afraid of Men; Because when my first boyfriend raped me, He obviously didn't mean it.
Please hold my hand until it's over. I think you're obligated because you know why I'm afraid. I had no warning, but I'm not mad. Just hold my hand for a minute please. The fear washes over me like
You were my fellow soldier in a darkened city and when we both got popped and dropped and rolled over all bloody and gritty and the cops came and asked everything over sirens blaring: "what were you wearing"
Dear, My mother’s ex-boyfriend of two years, My biological father left when I was six And ever since then, I've been looking for someone to fix
I am 12 years old Im sitting in my sixth grade science class During our health unit And giggling with my friends About the “magical” goings-on
My heart moves like a battalion riding into battle I can feel every one of my muscles yelling at me Like the other side of a frozen lake, coy fish straining in the water
1. Your eyes look like the ocean, Full of wonder and mystery, And inviting me in, I had to take a swim. 2. Your veins ran like rivers down your forearms,
I know how it feels To live in a house but sleep in the guest room, Have to ask if you can eat this cereal, or that bread, or that milk,
You lay on your floor wating waiting waiting for your phone to charge It's dark she's asleep at the foot of the bed be quiet I hang my hands over the edge of the bed our fingers graze
To Luke, If I ever spoke to you again, these would be my last words. Do you know what it’s like to be robbed?
To the one who took my life from me: The way my nightmares used to speak I thought it would be in screams and in shouts.
Dear Father I don’t call you “Dad” Because I don’t feel you know me The thought of opening up to you makes me want to flea
Wear the pins, the boutonnieres, pretend like the person sitting next to you hasn't profitted off working for a man who told women he'd make their careers if they just touched him, and then maybe more.
It's not the same, he says. It's not worth the same fight, it doesn't mean the same thing, it doesn't hurt the same way. Except every now and again I hear a man yelling after me, I'm a bitch,
his arms burned my skin. i can feel his wet lips against my skin. he had branded me.
she was 4 and she didn't know.
Dear the boy who took advantage of my love:
Oh, I'm screaming, screaming, screaming And I feel it as my soul is teeming with this Fear, this pain, this anger steaming From my mind and my body where you touched me
Dear John, You took advantage of a friend I brushed it off at first but as they say Boys will be boys You grabbed me I pushed away but as they say
i. he carved his name into my bones with claws under which my flesh festered. no matter how long i leave my bones to rot,
He is a monster.His mouth widens to reveal three rows of teeth, and he is covered with blood.My blood.Even though he is hidden in the shadows, his pale skin shines through,Blinding me.When he walks into the light, his demon black eyes shift into a
Daddy, I’m scared. There’s a monster under my bed. And i hear his claws and his deep growl. Daddy, I’m scared. But you’re my brave knight!
Too close tooclosetooclose Please don’t touch me Oh god please don’t yell. Too closetooclose. TOO LOUD. Too much.
When I was 10, While brushing my teeth I noticed my gums bleeding- And my mother told me That it was just bad blood leaving the body. That I’m doing such a good job, At respecting myself.
Red pours over my vision
It’s approximately 11 A.M.I could sense that something was different, something was wrong.
Why didn't you fight back, they say.Why didn't you scream?Why didn't you run?You must have wanted it, they say.You must have secretly liked it.Otherwise, you would have fought
stop referring to my body as a temple because temples get desecrated and stolen from and i can’t lose anymore of myself. my roots are still reaching out to take back the things you’ve stolen from me.
i gave you a chance and you took it you made me feel beautiful and wanted for the first time in a long time i craved your attention i caught myself in a trap i had been in before
How does one describe it? When someone they trusted violates them? It's too difficult for me to say...what it really is. She took advantage of the situation and me, I guess.
He had red hair. That's all I can really remember. Glasses. A beard maybe? He had rough hands. I can still feel them on me. A monotone voice that said odd things softly
Eyes heavy, body trembling, nightmares vast. She's harassed by the forecast of the past. Demons disguised in the form of lovers Until she discovered their true colors. She was used and abused,
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world. I have a boyfriend and he loves me. He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me. He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
i cry and i get nostalgic scrolling through old facebook photos each click opens an old wound every comment a shatter of the heart because i miss the girl i used to be. Long hair and a smile
Does no still mean no if its accompanied by an "I dont"? If it came out with a laugh dipped in liquor and exhilaration But ended in a chuckle soaked in fear and discomfort? Phone a friend to make sure I wasnt over reacting
Little Red made this trip as early as twelve. Her baggy hood wasn't enough to cover up from the wolves The feeling of shame, arising, the first time they noticed that Little Red wasn't looking too Little... anymore.
Once upon a time, there was a white chihuahua We found her and ended up keeping her She’s so small and fat and happy all the time
She awakens to a jostle of her cage Her small heart pounds against her ribs It is dark but for a few rays of light, even so she cannot see Everything is black, everything is dark
He was always a sucker for a pretty face They're always a sucker for a pretty face He took me to a place and fed me full of liquor and drugs He watched as I got sick on myself He got me a glass of water
And I see him in someone's sideways smirk, someone's endless brown eyes, someone's smile when they laugh.
America isn't great, nor, will it ever be because We sexualize young women but tell them to wait until marriage. she cringed every time your fingertips traced down her back, pulling her closer to you.
Imagine a world so unlike this one Where grimy hands were not free to cross lines, And no one experienced the sinking jolt Of panic caused by bad touches Brought on by loud mouthed musketeers
You indicated your crotch And told me To take responsibility For what I'd started But what of my responsibility To myself?
Who gave you the right to use us at your disposal? In the end, you'll be alone--- like an empty vessel stuck with resinating regret. Are you aware that you're leading to your own self destruction?
I open my eyes to nothing. I do not see anything because my face is against my pillow. But I do feel something. Hands, hands exploring my body like I'm some kind of unique jungle.
I remember the first time you did it The first time you made me feel like my body was no longer my own I remember the first, second, and third time you made me bleed or when I would hold back tears so you wouldn't call me weak and then you would b
Look, there’s a reason they call us “survivors” and “warriors.” We wake up in the middle of the night, eyes staring into the glow-in-the-dark stars we pasted long ago and weep.
Like blissful ignorance, the day was beautiful. The sun shone down, warming smooth baby-like skin the sounds of happy children climbing toys and racing across green grass.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I told my mom when you touched me down there. You were only 7 and I was 8
I bleed coffee from countless sleepless nights and I can't tell if the bitter taste in my mouth is from my drink of choice or memories of his tongue. Maybe it's the aftertaste
When I was five my cousin stripped the clothes from my body. He put his hands on my skin, hands everywhere. When I was five I repressed it. When I was ten or eleven
Don't shoot the messenger Unless she's a woman Don't shoot the mesenger Unless her skin has become an invitation They scream at her She knows they're just words That couldn't be possibly understood
At night the same nightmare plays over and over. I tell myself that women shouldn’t think, not even alone at night, but the nightmare still prevails. I am sweaty and panting. My legs are sprawled open.
“your fingertips are dragonflies” A dragonfly perched on my shoulder And crawled up my neck I didn’t notice. I sipped lemonade,
On March 19th I went to a party accompanied by my first love; my soul getter I trusted him This man I equated as an angel on earth So when I drank too much
When I was 17 I was raped and ever since I’ve been saying “yes” even when I want to say “no” because I don’t know how to say “no” without being afraid that he won’t know “no means no.”
It’s difficult, to say the least,that with dying embers follows,a shift to a sobering cease,leaving thy blushing touches hollowed.
Don’t cry for me mama, because you know I jumped for joy, When I was rejected from your Ivy League school, From a study that would bring security and down my world,
The day he left was the day it all started That day I decided to tread into waters uncharted. I acknowledged how fun it was to be a sight that men drool to see
Brilliantly woven string of lies. Poison fierce between your thighs dark. So dark red with blood. Cry alone shut your mouth. White angel wing save me now. show the world truth.
Men are supposed to love you.Hold your hand and tell you that you are pretty. He said I was beautiful when he held me by the throat and tried to slip my innocence into his back pocket.The words rolling off his tongue caught my skin like a zipper a
I’ve sat in this hospital bed for days Wondering, contemplating, thinking, Believing Maybe I belong here. Maybe I am as crazy as you say I am. Maybe I was asking for it.
You can't protect them. You can't change the inevitable. You couldn't my fate Mom. You couldn't change my fate Dad. Everything that happened, God, it was bad.
I was with a couple friends of friends one day
My body is not my own. As my 18th birthday approaches, so does my entry into adulthood As does my loss of agency. My value as a person will rest on how sexually appealing I seem My hard work? My morals?
When a house is dirty, we clean it. We sweep away the dust and scrub away the stains until there is nothing left to remind us of the wreckage
Late at night my soul cries and weeps .Laying i
A smile is not an invitation. A young girl, only eleven years old Far too young to become a damaged good. There was no screaming or shouting that day,
I am not a toy. When you look at me, a body is all you see.
Once upon a time... Not long ago...
When I was younger, my mother’s name for me was Doll. Her hair was golden thread, her eyes were glass. She would dress me and undress me, and hold my pink hands and sing, “How perfect you are,
I still am lost in the wonder of its beauty So sweet it is As it just lays there Deep in red valor I want nothing more Than to freeze this time This time that is sacred and rare
this indignant poetry I must take a standI will be called loud-mouthed hard-hearted stars in eyes sentimentality foolishness stemming from stubbornness
I was drunk.
Forgive me, for my spirit is scarred beyond recognition.
I'm dirty, disgusting, defiled, broken, bruised, used, abandoned, scarred, and lost. He broke me. I was not his. Not his to take. To hurt.
Did my clothes grow a voice box and speak for me?Because my own voice couldn’t be heard over your insecurityThe only word I needed was noWhen a child first learns the word no
I don’t want to be just another statistic. I suppose I am, either way you cut it, but I can’t stand to live with the evidence of it. The worst is this, I was never fully attacked.
Hot room Lights off Dancing in a foreign and familiar place. You come up behind me and you think I want it. You don’t ask me if those hands snaking up my ribcage and encircling my breasts are okay.
I don't remember how I met my best friend, but I remember That Day. I don't remember how I felt when the lungs embedded in my grandpa turned to ash like the poison sticks he smoked, but I remember That Day.
Her eyes sparkle like diamonds, A smile plays across her lips, Her hair blows gently in the whispering wind. No one knew the secrets behind her eyes.
I was unable to focus on what was happening. The cool summer’s breeze sending chills up my spine, The chlorinated water slowly pruning my skin. The memories arose, after four years had passed.
She was all yours. She was everything you wanted, Worth the world and more. She took care of you so well. Always waiting by the door. She was your number one fan, Begging for an encore.
Dear You, Since you all I’ve been able to hear are shots, For each glass that I’ve learned was a plot. Caught up in a YOLO generation, And dehumanized by your melanin fixation.
Lines Don't know where to draw them Not to cross them or how to drop them if she's fine Then so is the line Between mutual attraction And unwanted attention
I am NOT your Toy. My body is NOT ball jointed plastic limbs bendable for your covetous cock play
I used to think about that day all of the time No one knew but us three I was so young they thought I would not remember But I do
I'm sorry for being silent; for wishing you were gone, for wishing I was gone too. I'm sorry for standing idle; for not screaming your crime, for not loving my survival.
The violence is not predatory It is an intellectual attempt To prove the power of the predatory The rape is not intuitive It is a political ambition To seek office in place of the regulators of intuition
"My body is my temple" If we're going to use that metaphor It is a temple in ruins A temple weathered by wind and rain It is a temple with no soul A temple with no hope