I fell. Deep.
Into the rape culture stereotype.
Where I am from, women are voiceless.
Where I am from, they couldn't hear a scream or cry through miles of golden plains, or even a few feet away.
Where I am from, I was silent. Ashamed of myself.
Where I am, at times, I still feel dirty, like I'm just not enough. My appearance change didn't help the fact. Now I know
it only fed you.
Where I am, I know, you knew you had won. Your boulder of a body pressing up against my skeleton behind the shed, casting our shadows along the ground under the Friday night lights,
it fueled your fire
Where I am, now I know, you'll never hear this. You will never see me again, but the world knowing what you did to me
do to me
That is enough to make the nightmares viable.
Thank you for making me stronger, only because I know
you're the weaker.
