Me too

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This poem is about me speaking up about what happened to me. I show the questions I was asked and the things people would say to me or about me. I am not alone.

Submitted: July 03, 2018

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Submitted: July 03, 2018

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What were you wearing?

Purple sweatpants

 You wanted it

No I didn't

How old were you

5 to 11

 You ruined his life

No he did that himself

How many times

Too many

 You are a Liar

No im not

Did you try telling someone

Yes, my dad

 It was just a dream

But it wasn't

We found trauma-

When it happened it hurt like hell

 You were asking for it

No I wasn't

 

Stop it!

 

My mind was a prison full of memories

I walked the halls with shame

Your questions were keys that set my memories free

Now they walk with, taunting me

One time in the bath…

No I can't talk about that

On the couch, in the room, on the bed

the memories are swarming in my head

I could tell you as many memories that I could remember

There would probably be more that I don't

 

I don’t want you to look at me differently

I want you to know it happens to people around you

It's not a joke and

I don't find it funny

I want you to know that people are sick fucks

It's not about the way she dresses

This happened because someone let it happen before

I didn't want it or ask for it

I am damaged, traumatized

I live with that

He is isolated, alone

He lives with sexual predator under his name

 

I read victims stories

Because me too

I don't know them

I understand them

because me too

Their stories trigger my memories

Because me too

They won’t know I'm listening, but I read

Because me too

I support them

Because me too

I believe them

Because me too

He was my brother, my babysitter, my nephew’s father, and my rapist

Have you been sexually assaulted by anyone else

Yes

 She's a slut

No he was my first

How old were you

14

 She's a liar

No I’m not

How old was he

19

 She's trouble

How?

I was 14

He was 19

I felt beautiful and important

I was too young to understand

I thought his control was normal

I’d been taught men can control women

That women have no voice

He broke up with me

I realized his threats were wrong

I realized his control was wrong

I realized no, should of been enough

I realized the scars he gave me

I realized I can't love another the way I want to

He made me afraid

 

On the outside I look like this

what you can’t see is what's inside my head

STUPID STUPID

YOU'RE DAMAGED NOBODY WANTS YOU

YOU FUCKED UP

YOU SHOULD'VE SPOKEN UP SOONER

YOUR NIECE WOULDN’T HAVE GONE THROUGH WHAT HE DID

YOU'RE A DISGRACE

YOU BROKE UP YOUR FAMILY

NOBODY BELIEVES YOU

 

What if it happens again?

Could I handle it?

What if it happened to my daughter?

What could I do?

What would I do?


 

Stop this!

This is not my fault

I can’t beat myself up

I am a bad-ass bitch

This does not define me

This is not my fault

He deserved that label

 

If I'm not crying

my heart is probably racing

My hands and voice are probably shaking

I have no one to vent to

So I vent to you

I don't want your pity

I don’t want an I’m sorry

Look at me

realize

the tragic stories

Are not just stories

The articles come from real life

from real life people

I hope this sparks something inside of you

Whether this happened to you

Your sister

A friend

I hope you'll understand

I hope you will stand with me

Stand with me and all the others

That had to say

Me too





 


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