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bodily betrayal my fault still inside me years after the assault complicated nonconsent complicated discontent wasn’t drugged
Patterns of abuse. A predator in disguise. But you’re innocent, Maybe I’m in denial. I need to know. Who are you?    
i wish you the worst, the same that you wished me i hope you drown, just like you told me you looked me in the eyes, spring of twenty eighteen you fucked me up, and i should've just screamed
When I was a little girl My mother taught me That my value does not lie in the face of the men who have wronged me But as I grew older
It’s supposed to be a fun night Dancing with friends Hitting on strangers Having a little too much to drink
Meeting eyes with you was like staring at a picture that has been hung in the living room my whole life. You were so familiar, yet you never failed to catch my attention.  
We were in love once, not long ago. You said that you could never let me go.   You kissed me with all of your energy Maybe that's why you set me free  
  Instead of giving me a necklace Made up of his hands   We sit in his Grand Cherokee And listen to our favorite bands  
We had no plans and began to drive Into the small town that had tried to hide   From a paper map, hung on the wall it would seem to be fields that only stretch on  
Dear god above,  have you forgot me,  your daughter,  your angel.. Why did you leave me to wonder and wallow in despare.  Does my life not matter to you,  Was my soul not important to you? 
Dear Trauma, my constant companion, We got together ten years ago it's hard to forget. You help me, remind me to be careful. Not to trust men who smile so kindly. If I have you with me
Shh
Shh my baby girl shh my love shh my piece of heaven shh my miracle shh the love of my life shh beautiful shh sunshine shh mine shh
Dear Layla I know you have been through a lot in the past 24 years You’ve experience trauma that you believe you will never recover from You’ve been abused, verbally and physically
i am a flower.  one within another field of flowers,  but i am withered and wilted. i am this way because of the wind it howls at me, for i am vulnerable in the night. it pulls on my leafs and petals,
This isn't a battle anymore.   I am not struggling uphill fragile legs bending-never-breaking not anymore.  
i know you only tore out pieces of my heart to stitch your own back together;   tentatively at first then viciously.
  Wasn’t Enough I wasn’t enough
I can still feel you. I can still feel your touch, your arms around my waist, Your hands around my neck.
  To the boys who raped my best friend, You didn't know why she was on the bus that day so I'll tell you  She went to lay flowers at her best friend’s grave  She didn't know you would be laying her in her own 
You wanted a seed, to bloom a flower of your own kind. Change it to your preference, to prod and pluck. Yet this flower began to wilt and wither into defiance. Disempowered, you gave up on it, no longer yours to handle.
Do you remember me?
There’s a new you in town In my neighborhood On my street Too close for comfort   'Registered Sex Offender'  
Most Birthdays, I weep. But not 17   When I was thirteen  I cut my hair too short, and got that camera I wanted and I wept into my mothers shoulder because I didn't feel fufilled.
TWELVE. You were everything that I wasn't; all long legs and coy smiles, you were older, smarter, funnier, legendary
"how long?"   ten hours, twenty, thirty.   "asleep or awake?"   i don’t know. is it tuesday?
The first time you found me, I was a little girl. You told me I could trust you and then you turned around and ruined me.  
Grandfather, I thought you loved me? You said it as you held me close. All the times we laughed with glee, And when we would garden outside. Then we were in your room, I froze I begged for you to leave me be
To the boy in the Star Wars t-shirt: You may remember my name but not my face; and that's okay. I was your first girl; When you were angry at the world and everything in it, Including me.
Mother,Did you ever see me as a child and not a possession? Or was I the duplicate picture of your second-hand negro barbie,
Because I love you I heard it every day After each beating After each round of screaming   I cowered Because he loved me He loved me so much it was an honor to be his To be worth his time
She was the child who shyed away from touch. The child who hated eye contact. She was a kid who'd perfected the art of   making excuses for school absences    and dodging questions.
The woods are where the bad things happen, they said Where the evil goes To celebrate its victories To dance with hungry wolves
You grow up understanding, Until the day you don’t. You grow up knowing, Until the day you won’t.   They tell you that it’s easy.
You said you would take what you wanted, And you did You reached your hand inside of me And clawed at my being,
I used to have this car People thought it was a sweet ride, But there was a flip side They didn’t realize the controls were all behind me The pedals, the radio, the side mirrors See, I had a backseat driver
It is a scary thing to admit to yourself How you were sexually abused. Especially by one that you trusted. How he left me, in flames I combusted.  
He tells me im always going to belong to him and only him and doesnt care  if i moved on hes going to kill him I shed tears on my pillow trying to come up with away to get away from him
I remember, you remember, we all remember, That September when my boy, when your boy, when all our boys, Joined that team with radiant faces, shining uniforms and innocent hearts
As a way to not feel depressed, Or maybe it was oppressed. The fifth grade was only a start, As a senior I still feel its mark.   My mother felt the bottle or aluminum can was an escape
I let my breath goPlease don’t let me be a statisticI cry into my mothers arms, the first time I told her of my abuse.I refuse.I will not let someone else feel what I have felt.
We met when I was beautiful and strong: a sight to behold, but you decided to be jealous-- I guess you own me. We met when I was young and foolish: my head full of dreams,
A 16 year old girl, innocently dancing to the music of love   BLANK   She awakes to feel her body ache
When I told him what he did, He told me he always just had wanted to treat me like princess. Obviously the one he had in mind was the originally Sleeping Beauty, Where she is raped by the king in her sleep,
This isn't me I am out here I am not here This body I don't know Whose it is   He came in daylight He came as a friend He came as a game That I didn't know
I hope I always remember  
Not loving you? Why, that's too easy Like painting in black and blue Like counting to thirteen Starting with one, two  
  They see the shiny outside,the one that looks brand new.They see the gloss and all they think is“That’s what I want, too.”  
The night was dark     The shadows darker     As they danced on the walls     They sang of a story     Of a young boy     And writhed in the pain of it all   
Breathing His hot breath on my neck, he’s Deceiving those around him Skin crawling, tears falling Blows to the ribs, blows to the thighs
I'm not ready to forgive you.I can't forget what you did to me.When you told me no one would believe me, that it was your word against mine.  Whenever someone asked me "Are you okay?" or "How are you?" I always replied with "I'm fine",I wasn't fin
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.
Waking up to you is like discovering a foreign place. I trace every birthmark on your skin to find your face. I was a vast land, long forgotten and claimed my none. Curious eyes reached beyond the horizon, it had begun.
801-456-1234. That's the nuymber he'll get when he asks her out because nowadays it's safer to make up a phone number than to turn a man down.
I am more than my past.  I am not the things my abuser told me I was. I am strong.  I am not imperfect. I am like a stained glass window, My broken peices make me beautiful.  
Something I'll never forget,
There was once a man, whom I trusted,
Hello my name is...
I am 18 years old and I fully understand that the world is so cold. I am 18 years old with a story that is not yet told. I am 18 years old and I've seen a lot of things.
I wear my scars like a badge of honor.
I cry a lot, don't you? I trust people too easily I'm trusting you. I forget things a lot, don't you? I lie to people too easily I'm not lying to you.
And this is how it starts. We're halfway into this cheap bottle of wine, both of us have seen "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" at least three dozen times, and don't think I haven't noticed your hand on my thigh.
Woo hoo. Donald Duck film at school today. I'm so happy I'm five, cause now I get to do all the fun things and stuff.    Donald showed me what to do if a fire comes to my house
cheater, cheater,     punkin eater,   daddie's little snack 
So many years- I said and I said   
When I was just a wee young thing,I was taught life's lesson well     
I feel the shadow of fear creeping down the dark hall         slipping noticed into the room - my eyes squinched tight           But i know that shadow even with my eyes closed don't I        
I had a little bunny - and honey was her name 
Do you know what it smells like to die?
am I crazy?         so I've been fucking told!                  I always thought I would save the world from pain.        
I drop to my knees   
Rear view mirror
I wake from dreams where terrors creep 
I am the voice of the children.
He shines with light    a sheep they say 
Why me God?
Give me your pain   I will put it with mine 
A father takes,  eyes closed, that which he has no right 
                                              Tiptoes, softly, gently steering he towards me, and me I'm fearing thief of childhood ever nearing   INNOCENCE OF 8 EYES DIE
My ears pick out his sounds - in the dead of the night 
My flaws are my weapon. The scars on my body distract from the scares on my mind. I have seen things.
Little girl stood strong and free, With her head held high, And her eye in the sky, But little girl is different from you and me.   Little girl used to run and play, She had friends by her side, No secrets would she hide, But soon little girl began...
I`m standing in the dark "kiss it" he tells me it`s my parent`s restroom he`s standing between me and the door he`s looming and I am alone "kiss it." louder this time
The sticky sweet smell of your cologne in my hair I couldn't push you off, I didn't even dare No, you didn't rape ne But what you did was just as bad Your hands down my pants, around my neck
She stared into oblivion Unaware of her surroundings Trapped in those memories So painful is her hurt Is it reality Or a fallacy Plagued with the dreams again Desperately in need of a friend
I wake just to hear my parents argue back and forth in fear. I didn't know what was going on.   As I listen, they yell at my sister... every denial from her made my dad angrier.
You irritate me. You touched your daughter. Actually, you touch not just yours, but God’s! You sick and twisted man.   You try your hardest to get it in
his hands caresses every curve of my undeveloped body every touch; it burns of sin i scream but no one hears me i struggle but he wont stop  tears, anguish and frustration  sweat escaping through help
I lay with his tie flapping in my face.  I close my eyes to take the pain away.  He tells me it'll only happen this once, but I know now that is a lie. As that is what he said last time. 
I had none.
There’s a boy
If you looked at me you wouldn’t know the truth You would not suspect anything at all but something tragic happened in my youth. Nothing could have prepared me for the fall.  
Bad things happen.
 i wanna be free, like in the books that i read, let my words mean more tha
Teacher Teacher, do you see us as passing faces? Another year another set of faces? Don't you want to know more? More about us? Like how Miranda's mother tells her she's worthless?
when i was five,     anxiety disorder laced in my genetics, i couldn’t fall asleep until i whispered a prayer,     tears and snot dripping onto my pillowcase, so god would protect me from the nightmares
a dark night. a young girlwalksaloneher steps echoingunfamiliar footsteps no destinationvaigely familiar streetsnot far from a placeshe callsHer home(for now)
I sit here letting out silent pleas With the blood that I bleed. I cut myself, once again, Hoping that it will cause my heart to bend Bend yet not break But in the end, I can barely keep myself awake.
I am broken. My skin, my soul, my heart, my mind. I am broken. I am wounded. My heart has been stabbed  and Is bleeding out of silence Crying hoping someone would see…. But they don’t. 
You say I’m limitless, but I must say, I disagree.  You tell me, “You can be anything you want to be.”  But again, I must say, “I’d have to disagree.”  I’m a limited human being.  I can only become “so free.”  I can only show bits of pieces of me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see?  The beautiful girl God created me to be.  But just wait a second, it wasn’t always that way.  Rewind 16 years, and that’s not what I would say.  As just a little girl, I grew up in a crazy world.  My parent
  The children, the children Will anyone care A little girl just wants somebody to care   So badly, so badly They want to be loved Who to call mommy Who to call daddy  
To my father whose blows bruised my body and my heart Who did everything in his power to make me feel like less of a man Whose hands, rough and worn by the harsh realities of life, I still fear to this day I write to you.
Victimized yet again. You'd think you'd get used to it by now. You think "Hey, it's happened before; what's different about now?" But every incident has its impact. Every touch; every rub.
This is a video recording of a spoken word piece called Resilient Rose. This poem is dedicated to survivors of abuse, trauma, or tragedy. Don't give up!  
I came I went I left broken I'm gone and haunted will I cry and break or will I hold strong for mothers sake I came I went I left broken
Hush they said Okay they said alright they said
when we first talked i thought all was well with the world, you were sweet and kind and going to be mine... But when we went on our first date something arose like a snake and struck me with its fangs as fast as light.
Oak pressed back, Musk pressed forward, Suffocation burnt into my cells. Never forget your first time.
Singing is my escape; my escape from life. When I sing, I pretend I am on stage with a spotlight on me. I imagine being a role model for those who need one; for the little kids who need someone to look up to, I will
"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
The woman holds the doll She tells me "Show me where" I feel like I'm in One of those cheesy therapy movies I tell her "I don't remember, lady" She stares I don't remember the abuse
I don't know if she was born in this country if her middle name starts with a J if she played hopscotch with her friends when she was 11 I don't know much more than that she came from New York
I do not understand Why I was ignored I do not understand Why I was turned away I do not understand Why I was not believed Why I was thought to be a liar Just like I do not understand
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