Survivor Poem: Goodbye Lullaby

Survivor Poem: Goodbye Lullaby

Feb 01

**GRAPHIC- TRIGGER WARNING** By: Joelle Don’t cry Don’t cry It’s just a lullaby It’s just goodbye My veins are open again I want to break To remake myself Whole and Unknown. If I had a choice Of course I wouldn’t move, Wouldn’t live But I have accepted The inevitability Of being me. People don’t, can’t see The pain within The longing for oblivion And I don’t give in. I existDespite this restless...

Survivor Testimony: To “The Man” Who Doesn’t Think I Will Take a Stand

Survivor Testimony: To “The Man” Who Doesn’t Think I Will Take a Stand

Jan 25

By: Samantha T The guy you keep calling “the man” for “getting it in” just stole my virginity, peace of mind, and sense of self when he RAPED me without warning or...

Survivor Story: What Makes It Okay?

Survivor Story: What Makes It Okay?

Jan 05

By: Anonymous  It was k-i-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-t-e-n. You had blonde hair and blue eyes, and you were always nicely dressed. You brought me to the bathroom and we pulled down our underwear. The teacher yelled at us “Where have you been/!”. It’s okay, we must have just been playing games. Still in kindergarten, I don’t think you went to school. You were always at home. We played together in the hole we...

Survivor Poem: You Should Know

Survivor Poem: You Should Know

Dec 21

By: Rebecca Golden   You should have just killed me I think it would have hurt less But you wanted me to suffer, didn’t you? You wanted power You wanted to own me You wanted everything from me, And you got it. You. took. everything. And I didn’t even know it. I was too young to think anything but the world of you, Idolized you as you crushed me, Worshiped you as you broke me,...

Survivor Poem: The Audacity To Forgive

Survivor Poem: The Audacity To Forgive

Dec 04

By: Kelly R., Palm City, Florida A filth that wreaks a havoc, no ablution can make clean Voices that stir echoes, a reason, left unseen Corruption of pureness, sickening of a mind Like a needle needs a vein, or the man that needs his kind A knife inserted slowly,  it penetrates my heart Just yesterday, beat strongly, before it came apart I look back at the child, who played without a care The...

Survivor Poem: Dirty Blood Red Sea

Survivor Poem: Dirty Blood Red Sea

Nov 21

By: Debra Monk, Enfield  You can’t tell me how to think or feel, you can’t tell me what I feels not real. I’m tore up inside and cannot hide this anger inside of me its raging. A little girl so innocent, pure and white as snow, you shattered me like broken dreams, making me dirty in your blood red sea. How many little girls have stood at the shore of your illness, Manipulated,...

Survivor Story: Free at Last

Survivor Story: Free at Last

Nov 09

By: Kate When I was 12 a boy i knew began to sexually molest me. It happened for so many years and I dont even remember how many times it has happened. I became bulimic and considered suicide a few times. My life was wasting away from me and I was unable to control it. One night I listened to Dawson Mcallitser’s Hopeline and asked them for help. They contacted the police, I never have to...

Survivor Story: Janie’s Got a Gun

Survivor Story: Janie’s Got a Gun

Oct 29

I don’t remember the first time it happened. I don’t remember the first couple of times it happened. I just have these memories that are dark, painful, sickening and cold. Stained into my membrane like dirty cheap red wine. Ugh. I do remember the first time I tried to fight you. I feel so proud of that brave little seven year old girl, that’s how I know my memories are of me,...