This month is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Millions, maybe billions of people are fighting their own battles against the memories that come to haunt them.
They were touched in ways they didn't want to be, sometimes they were scared to speak up, they didn't have the strength to say no. Here's a poem about a small snippet of what they go through...
Isn't yours to touch.
It isn't an object you can just do anything to,
And leave it like it never happened.
I imagine your dirty hand prints are still all over me,
It fills me with a sick feeling.
Invading my body, my privacy, my brain.
Destroying my happiness, my confidence, my opinion of my body.
Every footstep behind me,
Makes me too alert, paranoid and shaky- what if it's going to happen again?
Every warm, tight hug,
Reminds me of it all over again.
When I'm alone in a room,
The memories come to haunt me, more than usual.
In the shower,
I can't hold back tears.
I rub my skin harder and harder,
To get the feeling of their dirty, disgusting touch off of me.
When will this ever stop?
This can happen to all genders and ages, although statistically it happens more to women. If something horrible like this happened to you- remember, you are beautiful, in both ways, inside and out, keep fighting.
I hope you all have an amazing day/night :)