#saam
I’m sitting in my car, hugging my knees to my chest muffling my cries
My parents look at me through the rear-view mirror with worry in their eyes and in unison say
“It’s not your fault”
I’m sitting in a tight room, on a small chair, in the interrogation room
The first thing that comes out of the officer’s mouth is
“It’s not your fault”
I’m standing at the bottom of my stairs with tears streaming down my eyes
In front of me is my mom, she’s consoling me and she says
“It’s not your fault”
I’m struggling to keep myself standing wrapped in a pair of arms, sobs escaping my mouth
Hugging me is my dad and he’s repeating the phrase over and over
“It’s not your fault”
I’m telling my story, my typing is slow and my hands shaky, tears are flowing down my cheeks
Jonathan texts back his support and the first thing I read is
“It’s not your fault”
I’m sitting on a couch, I’m shaking and repeating the story holding back tears
My new counselor looks at me and says the infamous phrase
“It’s not your fault”
I lay in bed, lights off, blankets on, tears streaming down my cheeks
I can’t get all the people out of my head, the memories of what happened, the phrase is stuck on replay in my mind
“It’s not your fault” “It’s not your fault” “It’s not your fault”
I repeat the phrase over and over
Under my breath and into the night where the only person who can hear is me
“It’s not your fault”
It’s not my fault and it never was.
How can it be my fault when an adult took away my childhood?
How can it be my fault when I was in fear and embarrassment?
Most Importantly
How can the people who are supposed to be there for you think it’s your fault?
How can your family disown you when it’s not your fault?
I’m not going to apologize for trying to protect myself and everyone else he’s done it to.
I will be the voice for everyone and anyone who is or has been afraid to speak up about it.
Because It’s not your fault.
Sheyla Donatt
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
I joked
I bantered about it
Being touched when I did not want it
I chuckled
I giggled about it
Being felt that way when I did not want it
I set it aside
I disregarded it
Being looked at with the eyes of a prey
I ignored
I muffled it
The deviant remarks when I did not want it
I covered
I draped it
The million clothes on my body when I did not want it
And yet
They uncovered
They tore it
Every fabric that touched my skin when I did not want it
They grazed
They squeezed it
Every inch of my bare skin when I did not want it
They muffled
They ignored it
Every scream that left my lungs when I did not want it
They forced
They pushed it
Every inch of their filth in me when I did not want it.
But I did not stop there, I asked and begged and yelled out my story to all
But at the end
I was called a ****
A ****
Who asked for it.
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
I couldn't move
I couldn't scream.
I sat there frozen
Not knowing what to do.
My brain had shut down
While my body went into auto pilot.
My throat swelled shut
While my lungs fought to inhale the air around me.
My eyes welled up with tears
While a lump formed in my throat.
My heart beat felt like a jack-hammer in my chest
While my stomach sunk deep into a hole of shock.
The world spiraled around me
While I felt out of control .
I sat there frozen, unmoving.
While the tears threatened to over-spill.
My body ached to jump up and run away
My throat dying to let out a scream.
But my body did neither
I was traumatized both physically and mentally.
I looked calm on the outside
While I crashed on the inside.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC