Some people are cursed with a terrible memory,
days blurring into weeks, weeks blurring into months.
Some are blessed with the ability to remember everything,
every face in a crowd, every lyric to every song.
But there are some things you never forget.
For instance you'll never forget the name of your first love,
or you'll never forget what your partner wore on your wedding day.
You'll never forget those things, those happy wonderful things.

With all of that in mind, let's take a walk.
Let's think about the not-so-minor-minority;
the one-in-three/ one-in-seven statistic.
Let's stroll over to a place where dark memories outweigh all the good.

This is a place where a raised voice
is more familiar than a burst of thunder.
Where your own name strikes fear into your heart.
Where your first memory, or any memory of intimacy
is not of a gentle lover's hands.
Where the trigger warning applies to you.
Where you don't speak because you've never been heard before:
why would it be different now?
Where you don't understand how other people can walk around
pretending that things like this don't happen.
Where you don't understand how people can think that this can't happen to them.
Where you know because it happened to you.

Do not forget about the people who say 'nothing'
when they mean 'everything'.
Do not forget about those who say they don't want to talk about it
when they really just don't know what to say:
how to convey the feelings inside their chests.
Remember the people who had their voices stolen from them.
Remember those who don't remember what it was like to be innocent.
Do not forget about the not-so-minor-minority;
the one-into-three/one-in-seven statistic
because regardless of who you are,
there are some things you never, ever forget.