Survivor Poem: Dance

Survivor Poem: Dance

Jun 17

Dance By: Joua Yang (Incest survivor), Milwaukee They declared, “Dance in the rain”. I did, except now I can’t tolerate the acid it contains. Drenched in unbearable anguish, it is inevitable no shelter be found. My eyes caved in long ago from the horror it has witnessed. My heart, feasted on by the beastly creator of me. My broken sky cried acid rain and I have no choice but to bathe the...

Survivor Story: What Makes It Okay?

Survivor Story: What Makes It Okay?

Jun 03

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 Story: Clearing Your Skies

Survivor Story: Clearing Your Skies

May 29

By: Claire, Richmond It was a Saturday. I was in his car. My dad had given me permission to go out. My big brother played with him he was a senior. We had eaten and went to see a movie. We were on our way home, when he pulled over, he said we could look at the stars. I was kind of anxious but I agreed but I didn’t want to look like a loser by wanting to go home early. The next thing I...

Survivor Poem: You Should Know

Survivor Poem: You Should Know

May 14

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: Fighter

Survivor Poem: Fighter

May 02

By: Jaime Garner My spine tenses, bends I curl, I grab my knees I can’t quite breathe air is caught in my lungs like a tick web of hot cotton. I scan the room and wonder how quickly I could undo the locks. This is fear. This is the animal you made me. This is the instinctual darkness you pushed me into. What makes me really burn is that you keep coming back, like we’re some...

Survivor Story: Family

Survivor Story: Family

Apr 21

By: Kelsey, Victoria  I always heard about sexual assault, but never in my life did I think it would happen to me. I heard stories, and supported people who had been through and not once thought to myself, Maybe this could happen to me. And then it did. And i guess that’s the problem with society, we never really think of the problem or how to prevent it until it happens to us. It was...

Survivor Story: What is sorrow?

Survivor Story: What is sorrow?

Apr 10

What is sorrow? By: JessB What is sorrow? Sorrow is loosely defined in the oxford dictionary as deep distress caused by loss, disappointment. In my mind I would define sorrow in much broader terms, but yet, at times I think sorrow, or rather the feeling of sorrow is difficult to explain, because I think words and feelings are two different things, and I am not so sure that words can always do...

Survivor Poem: You Call This Consent?

Survivor Poem: You Call This Consent?

Mar 29

By: Sarah   I don’t trust myself, I don’t know I don’t know for sure I’m not sure I know what I saw I know what I felt I know, but I don’t Not for sure, I’m not sure Why did he do it? I don’t know He said I made him I pushed him too far He’d never done it to someone else, He said, It’s me, I caused it I pushed him too far, Over the edge His fist flew by, it nicked my ear...