#TheVoiceOfTheVoiceless
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Speak up and let your voices be heard!
Join the fight! All you have to do is write!
You don't have to if you don't want to but spread the word! Let our voices be heard!...
I feel it in me.
It's trapped and now it's part of me, who I am.
I was forced to have it.
It was given against my will.
The day I was told I was positive for HIV was the end of my life. I lost my will to live and waited for my time to succumb.
I tried to avoid such thing but he was too strong.
I fought for my freedom, for my release, I put up a fight.
My self-worth wasn't going to be lowered because of a coward hiding in the shadows of the night, hunting for weak victims.
He got it in me and it hurt. My innocence taken away from me against my volition.
He overpowered me, took control over me, abused me, tortured me.
The scars from that day won't fade away. They're here taunting me, mocking me, reminding me of a nightmare and a memory wished to be burnt.
Of course, I looked for justice. The kind of justice our government praises and claims fair and equal for all.
Police was involved, lawyers, the media and I took it to court. I had supporters from everywhere and the case seemed to be great on my side, until...
The jury declared him innocent.
INNOCENT!
He had raped me and proof was evidenced for all to see what he had done to me.
But still, he was a powerful man with a reputation to keep.
He walked away safe and praised, claiming I wanted attention from the media.
I was left as the desperate girl who cried wolf when there was none, when in reality the law supports the wealthy and forgets the real victims.
I gave up and stopped trying, I almost believed their story, I got depressed and many problems followed a suit. No one would help me so I found a way to end all my misery.Love from Mars.
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Love from Mars Vol.1
Poetrypoetry for the lonely, the deppressed, the anxious, the angry, for the broken hearted.