TW: Rape
I said no.
I wanted my identity
I wanted my clothes
They tore them away, everything
My clothes, my rights, my reputation, my dignity, my happiness.
Even though I said no
YOU ARE READING
Bare and Exposed
PoetryMost people picture nudity as a physical state. But is there something emotional to it? Spiritual? In this book, my friend and I will write poems to help you and ourselves understand the truth behind feeling so bare and exposed.
