I am a Survivor.

When you grazed my body with your boorish hands,

My mind went racing.

Where should I go? What should I do?

Instead I lay there, motionless.

Like a smashed fly, but not quite dead yet.

Nothing I could do.

Just hoping it would end.

I left without saying a word.

Pretend it never happened.

Don’t say anything to anybody.

Then maybe I would forget.

I didn’t forget, I will never forget.

How it made me feel.

Jaded.

Worthless.

Lifeless.

I didn’t want this to happen.

Nobody does.

Why me?

Don’t talk about it.

Then it didn’t happen.

But it did.

One year passed.

Finally I told them.

They told others.

The others said maybe I deserved it.

Maybe he didn’t mean to.

Maybe I shouldn’t have walked into the room with him.

Maybe I wanted it. Maybe I’m MAKING IT UP.

Maybe it wasn’t his fault.

It was his fault. I am not to blame.

I am a survivor, NOT a victim.