Shatter The Silence™

I am surviving this disease that you told me not to speak of.

For years, it has eaten away at everything inside me that was good.

It has hardened my heart, tourtured my conscience, and destroyed my trust.

You’ve stolen my innocense, my father’s pride, my first kiss.

You called it a mistake.

I call it rape.

I am surviving this cancer that you say was “casual sex” I was young, and you were not, when you infected me with this pain.

The longer I ignore it, the deeper it spreads Killing my dreams, my relationships, my sexuality.

You call it unfortunate.

I call it rape.

You call me a whore; I am a survivor.

You try to play the victim; You’re a child molester.

You still hunt in the safe places of this world, But you no longer dwell in the dark places of my mind.

I will cure myself with the lips you hushed that night.

I will keep your secrets no more.

Call it what you want,

It’s called rape.

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