Rise: An Anthology of Resilience

Scars That Never Heal

I am a woman.
Whose her spirit was torn from her.
I lost touch with reality and learned to laugh despite feeling pain.

I am a woman.
I was devastated by the actions of guys of many races.
Some in colors that they were not.
Men established the circle of horror in her life.

I am a woman.
Whose men took off my clothes without my permission.
Despite my efforts to keep my legs closed, they continued to force themselves on myself.
They left me with scars.

I am a woman.
Whose damaged by men who are sinners, liars, and hippocrates.
They claimed to adore me, but only took away my happiness.

I am a woman.
Men, including brothers, uncles, and fathers, took away a personʼs rights.
When I trusted these men.

I am a woman.
Men exploited a me by demanding sexual favors in exchange for a job.
A woman who realized it was more than simply sex; it was a life-long wound that cannot be healed.
A life time wound that can never heal.

I am a woman.
Menʼs lack of integrity turned me into a sex worker.
A woman who men failed to defend.
A womanʼs soul has been ripped.

I am a woman.
A who woman surrendered her soul to the devil, resulting in her death at the hands of a guy who attempted rape.

She is a woman.
A lady who was once in love became in love with the concept of love.
The thought that left her bruised and terrified.
The thought caused me to lose myself, resulting in damage to my exquisite face.
The thought left me speechless and bleeding to death.

I am a woman whose soul has been shredded.