This just made me cry so hard...I wonder often if the girls who my dad touched before me would have spoken up if they had known he would molest me, too. I broke my family when I told what my dad did to me, but when I saw him holding my baby niece, like hell I was going to let him do that again. He's in prison now, for 80 years. I'm thankful for my lack of silence every day when I see my niece as innocent as can be enjoying life and she has no idea what I did to protect her little soul.
¨Start writing the things i was terrified to write..¨ I have spend too much time in the muzzle of my fears, chewed apart. Sometimes inspiration is found in unsuspected ways. Thank you for the inspiration.
Incredible! She is speaking to that girl who would have been but was lost because of what was done to her. I understand her story all too well. I have a picture of myself when I was 4 standing next to the man who molested me then. I always look at it and wonder if the smile is of that girl who died the moment he did what did or was she already dead by the time the picture was taken and this was the new girl, the broken one and if the smile is fake and the beginning of who I have become now. I see myself as the second me now. I wonder sometimes when I look at that picture who SHE would have become if he had kept his disgusting hands off of her and never planted that seed of shame inside her. Maybe she would have survived and I would have not been simply a reincarnated me with a fake smile trying to pretend I didn't die once already. This poem was amazing. I felt every bit of it but could never have spoken it so well. Wow.
she's saying she lost a part of herself during the situation, how it effected her life but she had to act like nothing happened. and she was scared for the women who he hurts next, wondering how she feels - feeling her pain for her. i believe.
