Survivor- A Poem

[LittleAndStitch]

There are a lot of curse words because I was angry when I wrote it. May be triggering to those who have suffered from sexual abuse.

 

Survivor

 

 

“Men get raped too!” they say.

Like they give a damn about men.

But really, they just say that shit to make our arguments seem like less than.

 

But I know I’m a survivor,

No matter what they say.

‘Cause after going through that shit,

Some people never see the light of day.

 

Some nights I lie awake and ponder,

Am I the lucky one or are they?

The girls who had their throats slit

Right after their innocence was taken away.

 

That shit replays in my mind every fucking day.

Over and over and over and over.

It’s like I can’t get away.

 

I thought I had dealt with my shit.

I thought I had put it all behind me,

But every time I close my eyes, my brain always seems to remind me.

 

I wish I was the only one who understood this thing I’m talking about.

Every time I see another victim it makes me want to shout.

 

The numbers!

The numbers...

The numbers are so vast it makes my heart sore.

I don’t see how this shit is so fucking easy to ignore.

My mama, my grandma, and the one before her,

All know what I’m feeling and it makes it hurt more.

 

I know some of you don’t understand 

And never will, that’s fine.

But sit ya ass down, open your ears, I’m giving you a piece of my mind.

 

Let’s. Start. A New. Trend.

Respect, consent, and love.

Every single day I pray to my Lord and Savior up above

‘Cause I know down in my heart,

I want to see that nigga drowning in his own goddamn blood.

 

This vengeance, this bitter vengeance has darkened my soul.

It’s been darkened, so darkened, it’s blacker than coal.

 

“Fear not, trust in the Lord, he’ll see you through.

Lay your troubles at his feet, he’ll show you what to do.”

Are you all stuck on repeat??

Can’t you see, from this hole that I’ve dug myself in there is no retreat.

 

So let’s end this thing,

This thing we call rape,

‘Cause the next girl,

Well, the next girl will probably kill him.

Maybe then he’ll feel the shit that we’ve been feeling.