I do not expect you to understand my pain for it wasn’t your body that was touched, prodded, poked, in places once sacred now no longer secret, now they are displayed publicly in photos and videos you like and share at that moment. In that time you think you feel my embarrassment yet you do… Continue reading We have forgotten
Disclaimer 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… Continue reading I am not the only one
Until we teach boys that teasing are not jokes, they are a foundation to hurt. That they will grow up into abuse, thinking it’s cool when it’s not. That the names they call girls and the way they treat them is not right. That they should recognize their humanity and cry when in pain. That… Continue reading This needs to be done.
wanted to be whole. But I was broken I was stolen You left a hole Inside this heart And I can’t be. The hurt parts, Branding fists The mocking songs The open wounds. You became the knife And the salt to my life You cut Me Deep I still bleed. It can’t stop. This can’t… Continue reading Love became
I will Kill You in your sleep Keep this deep Feeling of you stealing Pieces of me Tucked away buried with you… Its true. Hues of blue Blur out this silent shout: ‘I am stuck on you like glue!’ Dont you have a clue? This is, ‘I am dreading Monday’ Cause it holds my anxiety… Continue reading Blue Mondays