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Mars May 2019
Just 12, I looked up to you;
I expected you to show me right from wrong,
And I expected you to look after me.
To teach me how to fend for myself,
Because one day no one else would.
Instead you did the opposite.
You violated me, humiliated me, Scarred me
and made me afraid in my own home.
Your touch sent my body trembling
My skin crawling
Trying to get away but too petrified to move.
I felt disgusted
Not only with what you did
But for what I didn’t do.
I was ashamed
that I was too much of a coward
to stop you, or to try to.
I was ashamed
that I was to much of a coward
To take it to court,
But I couldn’t look at you.
I didn’t want to be in the same room as you
Because Just feeling your eyes on me
I felt stripped and vulnerable.
*****, bc i can still feel your hands all over me.
And I felt stupid- sitting there in the tub
Aching to feel pure again.
And for the first time in my life
I was scared to touch my own body,
Terrified to touch the same areas you touched;
But you touched every part of me that morning.
After finally getting the nerve to clean myself
I didn’t want to stop.
Yet no matter how hard I scrubbed
I couldn’t scrub away the feeling of your filthy fingers against my terrified trembling skin.
I pray that the things you did
Are engraved in your memory.
Because you knew what you were doing
And I did nothing wrong.
The things I know you’re capable of Haunt me.
I want that and the recollections of that morning to effect you in unimaginable ways.
I’m hoping it’s effecting you now
and I want it to affect you the rest of your life.
I want it to always be in the back of your head
And because I was too much of a coward
to face you in court,
I hope just the thought of what you did
to your little sister is enough punishment.
For me- that would be justice
And for that I forgive you
You don’t deserve it
But I do
Peaceofmind
Xander King May 2019
I was at home.
My dad was just across the hall.
My brother was home his music blasting through my wall.
My thighs were cemented closed.
He used his hands as pry bars.
I said no.
I pushed him off me over and over again.
I said no.
He pinned me down.
I SAID NO.
I cried.
He choked me to silence my screams.
I tried to kick.
I tried to get away.
I eventually stopped fighting.
I let him finish.
I cried in the bathroom.
I said no.
I said no.
I said no...
Beth Bayliss Apr 2019
sir i bite my thumb at you and your unwanted hand
caressing her hip
tracing ‘ s l u t ’ slowly across her flesh like a brand

darling, that’s not pencil,
glitter you can wash away in the shower once he’s gone
that’s permanent marker
it’s not coming off any sooner than the wine stains
on your carpet
or the blood stains on your tights
it’s his word against yours
and you will always be at a disadvantage

speaking out is
unladylike
but never let that stop you
keep on fighting the good fight, my loves.
Annie Mar 2019
Fly
With the closed door
behind me
in my back
I feel like before
like the last time

He calls silently
with the hand for me
and offers the place

on the bed

I feel every step
and I sit down
As I did
before knowing
what comes the next up
And as he touchs me
looking in my eyes
he whispers to me

‘don’t you fight’

and again I fly
far away
to another place
Alexa Coble Mar 2019
I sat down in the cold hard seat,
My heart slamming into a concrete wall,
Splattering everywhere,
While 3 pairs of pupils,
Penetrate my soul.
You could tell the commotion,
Was broiling underneath the surface.
Silence was my best friend,
We sat there together for what seemed like a lifetime,
Until the timer was up to start the saga,
Of my never ending rendition,
Of the same **** story.
My head was spinning,
Unaware if I shall pass out or ***** first.
“You have a choice.”
My nails dug into the rough leather,
Resisting the urge to scream.
Thoughts scrambled my brain.
Yes I do have a choice,
It’s either I throw myself off a cliff,
Or I let you push me.
youphoria Sep 2018
I was 11 but you touched me like I was 22
Now I'm 22
and I finally realize how wrong that was of you

You were my best friend's dad
And you had been drinking
I tried using that as an excuse but what was I thinking

I keep telling myself it was nothing
But trailing your fingers along my waist and down to my **** is evidently something

I repressed it for years but it finally came to the surface
Our brains hide these things from us on purpose

I'll take my experience and let it go
Because nothing would hurt more than being belittled by the people that I know.
Paige Mar 2019
To the girl who lies awake
Who cannot remember a time
She wasn't crying
She wasn't aching
She wasn't struggling
To breathe, to love, to live
To the girl
Who cannot see
Through the broken glass
Thick with the words of others
Who has been called
Nothing
Worthless
Annoying
Or sensitive
To the girl who has been told
You are not strong
You are not smart
You are not capable
To the girls who have been told
To keep their mouths shut
To obey
To conform
To stop fighting
To the WOMEN
Because we should stop
Calling you girls
We should stop limiting your potential
Minimizing your pain
Generalizing your struggles
To the WOMEN
With voices
And opinions
And emotions
To the WOMEN
Who fight day in and day out
To the WOMEN
Who have been told
Your pain is less than another's
Your story is not important
Your testimony is not
Enough
To all of the women
Who have seen and felt and wanted
Who have loved and hated
Who have been hurt
Oppressed
And smothered
To the women who remember
The very last day of their girlhood
With painful clarity
To the women who hear us
And cannot speak
To the women who have been waiting
For this movement
This is for the women who have watched us
Screaming at the top of our lungs
Fighting for this moment
For change
For a new world where our daughters
May walk with their heads held high
Where our sisters
May march like warriors
And KNOW
That there is fire in their blood
Where our mothers
May watch us manipulate our destiny
And carve out our dreams among the stars
So the we may sit in thrones
Alongside them
Because we are mighty
We are fierce
And we are where we are today
Because of the sacrifices they made
The women before us
Suffering
Despairing
And fighting
We will not give up
We will not give in
This is to all of my sisters
Women who feel the same calling
Who feel the defiance
Burning in their eyes
In the faces of their oppressors
This is to my sisters
Who feel they do not have the voice
Or the strength
Or the will
To keep fighting
We will fight for you
We will carry you
We will be your voice
We are no longer alone
And fear no longer has a say here
Time's up
And the time is now
We will rip the muzzles from our mouths
And we will scream
Until the streets run red
With the truth we live
Every
Single
Day
We will not be silenced
We will not be stopped
We will ferociously
And furiously
And fearlessly
Fight
The bonds will break
The earth will rattle beneath our feet
And we will bring a change with us
That will ripple through time
So that our granddaughters may sing
A song full of freedom
This is to all of you
A promise
An invitation
I will fight for you
My voice will join the millions of others
And I will stand
Until my legs fail
And my body crumbles
And even then I will still cry out for you
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