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1d β’ Writting from Emotion
Maybe one day
At 11 years old, innocent and pure,
A touch that left me feeling unsure,
Inappropriate and unwanted, it was,
Leaving me feeling broken because
Of the way he violated my being,
Leaving me scarred and not seeing
My worth or value in this world,
As his hands on me unfurled.
I felt so much worse, so disgusted,
As if my innocence had been busted,
That day I started to hate myself,
Thinking I was at fault for the wealth
Of emotions swirling within me,
Confusion, shame, and misery,
Why did he think it was okay
To touch me in that terrible way?
As I grew older, I began to understand,
The pain that lingered like shifting sand,
Why it felt worse to me than anything,
Because of the violation it did bring.
No means no, a simple truth,
But for some, itβs lost in youth,
Maybe one day, Iβll find someone
Who will say, βIt wasnβt your fault, hun.β
You didnβt do anything wrong,
It was him, who doesnβt belong
In your space, invading your being,
Leaving you scarred and not seeing
Your true worth and beauty inside,
For his actions, he must abide
By the consequences of his choice,
To silence your innocent voice.
I long for the day when Iβll find
Someone whose touch is kind,
Whose physical presence Iβll feel
Comfortable around, making it real.
But for now, Iβll heal and grow,
Learning to let my true self show,
Not defined by the touch of another,
But by the love I have for my own mother.
I am strong, I am worthy, I am loved,
No longer feeling broken and shoved
Into a corner of shame and fear,
For I am rising, strong and clear.
In the dark of night, I find my light,
Shining bright with all my might,
No longer a victim, but a survivor,
Of the touch that left me feeling lesser.
I am reclaiming my power, my voice,
No longer silenced or without choice,
For I am a force to be reckoned with,
No longer defined by that terrible myth.
I am a woman, strong and true,
No longer feeling the residue
Of his touch on my skin,
For I am healing, rising within.
So to all who have felt this pain,
Know that you are not to blame,
For the actions of anotherβs touch,
Do not define you, they donβt clutch
Your spirit or soul in their grasp,
For you are free to break free at last,
From the chains of shame and guilt,
Embracing the love you have built.
You are strong, you are worthy,
You are loved, you are sturdy,
In the face of adversity and pain,
You rise above, breaking the chain.
So stand tall, stand proud,
For you are a survivor, unbowed,
By the touch that left you feeling small,
For you are rising, strong and tall.
No longer defined by that day,
But by the strength you display,
In the face of darkness and fear,
For you are a beacon, shining clear.
You are loved, you are cherished,
No longer feeling diminished,
By the touch that left you feeling low,
For you are rising, strong and aglow.
So stand with me, hand in hand,
For together, we will take a stand,
Against the touch that leaves us broken,
For we are healing, powerful tokens.
Of our worth and value in this world,
No longer feeling swirled
In shame and fear, but rising above,
Embracing the power of our love.
For we are women, strong and true,
No longer feeling askew
By the touch of anotherβs hand,
For we are rising, taking a stand.
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