Back when I wrote my first poetry book: "Dying, but not yet Dead" I had included a poem I had written called "My Silent Testimony". A poem I had written about my experience of being sexually assaulted. That poem inspired me to write this book, enraged at being a woman, I'm finally taking my body back that's been stolen from me.
This book is for anyone who has felt their body has been violated.
This book is for all the women I know who have a story.
This is my silent testimony.
My Silent Testimony.
You slide into me unexpectedly rough and hard.
You don't ask me yes or no, you don't care regardless of my answer for it seems you've already decided.
I didn't get a choice.
I try to scream no and tell you to stop but your hand muffles my words.
There's not much you can do against what feels like 200-pound weights and you're simply just a fragment.
As the skin of you rubs against me like sandpaper ripping me apart inside and out I kick and scream.
I simply watch as you take away what once was innocent and the pain overtakes me.
You just go faster.
It seems never to stop.
I kick and I scream but your weight keeps me down until you fill up inside of me mixing with my blood leaving me there not whole and yet not hollow.
I'm broken with a piece taken from me I will never get back.
Oh, how I wish I could have that piece back.
I was not ready to abandon that piece of me.
I don't know a single woman who was prepared to abandon that piece of her.
I was not prepared to abandon my girlhood.
You slide into me unexpectedly rough and hard like sandpaper.
I try to scream no and tell you to stop but your hand muffles my words.
How dare you betray the pussy that pushed you out into this world?
How dare you.