Finding our voice all over again

Amanda has been so sad and so lost and scared. I was getting so worried. Then I  read there was a poetry competion, and I saw her inside, getting curious. So I said try write something! She says this is not the poem she set out to write. It’s not even very good (so she…

Unspeakable

There is so much that feels unspeakable. So I hold onto it, and it feels like I am screaming in a soundproof glass box, banging on the windows. But nobody sees and nobody hears, and the air is getting thin, and I can’t breathe, and I’m going to die in here… In my mind are…

After Rape…

Today is 19 years since the one rape I know the date of. I was 19. It was brutal. I will never forget the pain of my vagina being torn and ripped, of his weight on top me, of his hands around my throat, of struggling for breath, of being terrified for my life. And…