Nights with no sleep,
Going through the same pain
AGAIN and AGAIN
I am the victim but it is not my story
Waking up crying over someone else’s story,
What is that suppose to mean?
Whatever it is,
I am able to feel her pain,
I can feel how it hurts to be seen as a sexual toy,
Just a little something to play with
When THEY feel like it,
We have no say,
Nothing to do against it
We just have to let it happen, right?
Even if we say no, it won’t stop them from touching us without our consent
They are monsters,
They stole our joy from us,
Our body has been stolen,
I feel like all those woman need me to stand up for them,
Those who are silently suffering about their trauma,
Those who have kept it a secret for too long,
I first was scared and confused about those nightmares
But then, I realized that it wasn’t my story
or how it happened to me,
So what if it was somebody else’s story
And that I could do something about it
I can’t change the past and the trauma that came afterwards
But what if I can tell those victims that I hear them, I believe them and that they are not alone.
Even if we don’t have the same story,
We share the same pain
We all want the same thing: JUSTICE.
But the system sucks,
So let’s just make a difference with speaking up the truth, our truth.
It was terrible.
It was awful.
Man by man were using my body to have some fun
I was powerless,
Everything was just happening,
I couldn’t stop it
And the funny part is that even in my nightmares, I had no support.
I was actually being laughed at,
Judged and seen has a b****
For things I/You/We didn’t asked for.