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