𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻?

𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽... but it pains me so much to know that state and that slight touching will mark me forever,

The memory and the feeling of it happening remains in me...my constant fear when I walk through the street I had always loved,

Yet it was my fault, for being a stupid and petty little girl, I wasn't supposed to go that far, I just meant to walk a bit...alone,

But I know he should repent for his actions, he should repent for looking at me like that, for touching me...I was and am still only small,

I am forgiving, I am loving, I am fear filled, I am empathic...and it nearly kills me to not be cautious,

I am a victim, of abuse, I survived, And I am not willing to remain quite, no stuttering;

I have lived through enough, all kinds of torture for someone like me, and I will not cower of think I am less and I am weak any longer,

I am more, than I was before, I am stronger and I am able, capable of anything I propose,

I wish I'd known his name, his adress, the reason he touched me, but hey, maybe I don't,

Maybe I don't get justice, but I'll make sure other people do, whichever way my life goes I'll make sure,

I'll be more, I am more, but I'll be even more, I'll be better, I'll be ready, and I'll make sure to knock him out of his expression smug and steady,

I am a victim, of abuse, I survived, And I am not willing to remain quite, I'm raising my voice, no stuttering;

I'll be ready, because even if it isn't for me, I am hungry, hungry to raise my voice, hungry to express my choice

My choice has a cost, and I know I'll be cursed by people like him until the end of my days, but if justice and equalty and closure is what it'll bring?

Then I don't mind a painful death, if I lived my life so full and with my head high because hey,

"I was and am a victim, of abuse, I survived, And I was not willing to remain quite." I'll think someday,

And thanks to a slight bit of how and when, where and why I lived and why I kept on, the amount I decided to raise my voice

I saved someone, even if just one, I didn't remain quite, and at least, I saved one, without stuttering.