You did not take her Honour
No, you lost yours.
You were never given such power.
She is still indeed very Honourable
I can not say the same for you.
She is pure, dressed in white
She walks with her head
Higher than yours
She carries no shame
The shameful things were not
‘Done to her’
They were in fact
‘Done by you’
They are YOUR shameful acts
And you are now
A victim of your own shame.
I’m so sorry for you.
For the burden you carry
For the guilt you will feel whenever you hear the word
****
I hope it echos
I hopes it’s deafening.
You only made her stronger
And you have showed the world
How weak you are.
(A poem to victims of **** and abuse and the hands of men. )
Jan 18, 2025
Jan 18, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
You did not take her Honour
No, you lost yours.
You were never given such power.
She is still indeed very Honourable
I can not say the same for you.
She is pure, dressed in white
She walks with her head
Higher than yours
She carries no shame
The shameful things were not
‘Done to her’
They were in fact
‘Done by you’
They are YOUR shameful acts
And you are now
A victim of your own shame.
I’m so sorry for you.
For the burden you carry
For the guilt you will feel whenever you hear the word
****
I hope it echos
I hopes it’s deafening.
You only made her stronger
And you have showed the world
How weak you are.
(A poem to victims of **** and abuse and the hands of men. )
#poetry
