I sit here shaking, I cannot believe what I am seeing. How did these photos of me end up everywhere. The emails are cruel and the chat post are awful. My stomach is turning just thinking about them. I thought he loved me and now I am a running joke. Someone posted a photo album on a **** shaming site. I did not say it was all right but I remember very little about what happened. I got drowsy and the rest is kind of a blur. I remember his hands going where I did not want them to go. I remember him kissing me and saying that we wanted this. What happened after that is kind of a hazy mess, but I do remember that over and over again, I told him NO!
One of my gifts is the ability to get into the character of another person. I can listen to their story and emotionally connect with what they are feeling and translate that into words. This poem while not my own experience is very real to me. It is based on what I have seen and heard from others. No woman should have to ever experience this.