I am a rape survivor.
I have reclaimed a body someone tried to steal from me
but you call me
I am a cult survivor.
I was forged in the fires of hell
I have cast off shackles put on me at birth
and risen a new person
but you see me as
I am a domestic abuse survivor
a spousal rape survivor
an alcoholic’s wife survivor
and I left that man within three months of saying “I do”
but it wasn’t soon enough for you.
You say that I am irrevocably
I am a homeless survivor
and living indoors now
though it isn’t always easy and I never feel safe.
You probably think this is because
I cared for my son with little help and much heartache
kept him fed and clothed and in school
but to you I was nothing more than an unwed mother on assistance
To you I am nothing more than
my battle scars and stretch marks
To you they look like
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Thank you,Thank you,Thank YOU
You are welcome.
I found this very moving. You’re a natural writer. You really should get published if you can. Maybe write your autobiography (I know that sounds awful for someone as young as you to do, but you have had very interesting and eventful life!). Seriously though, you should consider it.