This poem is a collection of stories that need to be heard.
These dates will not go down in history because they are not important and not yours to remember….
July 7th 2007, a boy snapped my bra without permission
Some girls laughed, maybe you were one of them.
August 28th 2011, a man whistled and threw stones at me for refusing to talk back.
July 18th 2015, my boyfriend smashed me against the wall and said he was sorry
November 9th 2015, my boyfriend wiped off my make up with slaps, insinuating I had another man
October 15th 2017 A man told me to my face a woman is powerless and nothing without a man.
But I am not the only one, who had to wear layers of clothing in fear to show a bit a flesh to strangers
To men, who wait preying on young girls forgetting their mothers were little girls.
I had to be modest, society tells me.
I am not the only one
Who had to sieve their words when angry
For a woman is expected to listen more and talk less
Society tells me!
I am not the only one who had to carry the baby of their molester
For church doesn’t allow abortion and society tells you a woman is credible only when they’ve given birth.
They disregard the pain apparently the ends justify the means. Right?
I am not the only one who got a lifetime sickness and got trapped by unswalloble pills.
Cousellers do not allow me to heal they tell me to deal with my hurt as if it can be erased. It can’t be.
I am not only one who lost babies due to miscarriages due toxic love that abuser would change.
I am not the only one who watched their mother lay mercilessly on the floor at the hands of a father drunk on power.
I am not the only one.
P.A.W. © 2017