Don't

 

 don’t!?

I whisper,

My heart skips a beat and I jitter,

I try silencing them,

A fragile attempt,

Of making them quiet,

Without being too loud,

I try to be the good girl

The girl I was always taught to be,

But I can’t.

Their voices like the rumble of a dormant volcano,

Overshadow mine.

Their voices like daggers,

They rip at my flesh,

Lacerate my heart.

I am cold, dead, bleeding and numb.

I wave the white flag of surrender,

I close my eyes, my soul deflates.

I wait for death with open arms.

“It’s all going to be okay,

Trust me, we have all gone through it,

You are going to be okay.”

My eyes shoot open,

All I see is red,

The anger consumes me,

How dare they, how dare she.

Is the world as insane as I painted it out to be?

DON’T!

I shout.

The blood curdling yell rips through my throat.

I have been silent too long.

Don’t tell me it’s going to be okay,

Stop saying that you know my pain

You don’t

It’s not you who was beaten and bruised

Humiliated, abused.

You weren’t dehumanized

So don’t flatter me with your failed attempt at humanity.

You are just as bad as the guy who raped me

His pain was physical

But your fake words of comfort,

Cause me emotional pain,

And at the center of it all I play the victim,

The perfectly submissive girl

Who keeps her mouth shut?

Waiting to be pitied

Well to hell with it.

I’m tired of having to be quiet.

Enough is enough.

Hashtag say no to gender based violence

Ha! What a joke seeing as how no one ever does a damn thing about it.

The Me-too movement has made weak,

It time for me to stop being so meek.

Stop finding your comfort in number

We’re all just a statistic,

 There is no comfort knowing that I am one of billions of others facing abuse,

Hashtag same WhatsApp group of misery.

I am tired of waiting for a change

You see change is not coming,

Not unless I make

Not unless I speak out and fight for what is right.

So I am going to create that change

I will not suffer quietly

I will not let myself be a statistic

And you?  

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

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