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...

Ally Poem: Still Standing

Ally Poem: Still Standing

Mar 22

By: Anonymous (written for a survivor, from an ally’s perspective) Hands over eyes confused and flood with tears til thousand-years of war wreaks lesser woes. They made you sip, unwilling, crouched in fear, their poison cup of sick ideas so low. The soul ignored, to violate your bones. A fever boils in every vessel; my rage, my hate for this has set in stone. My shoulders – yours...

Survivor Poem: Leaving the Past Behind

Survivor Poem: Leaving the Past Behind

Mar 10

By: Sabina For years I left inside what I really felt But maybe you’re the reason I hate myself You stole my faith on that degrading day, The emptiness– the pain never seems to stray. My sexuality still feels corrupt, Flashbacks of you continue to disrupt Even while in love, my body feels numb Thanks to all the sick things you’ve done As if one sexual assault was not enough, You managed to...

Survivor Story: I Trusted Him

Survivor Story: I Trusted Him

Feb 27

By: Zoey, Richmond I am raised by my father and Uncle Samuel or Sam. My dad had me young so he talks to me all the time about sex and how it’s okay not to want to do things I don’t want to. We lived in Washington but moved to Virginia after. I walk home from school everyday, it’s a long walk. One day, it was a Monday I was walking home and I wanted to take the long way home...

Survivor Poem: The Shoes

Survivor Poem: The Shoes

Feb 15

By: Diana M, Chicago Tonight I wore the shoes. The red, once-shiny Mary Janes, the ones I wore that night. I hadn’t worn them since. For eight months, they bore the marks, the scuffs and scratches of that night, the one I can’t fully remember. I cleaned them with castor oil and a rag. I buffed out the black lines where they had rubbed together. I wet and removed the water splotches...

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...