Our story

please finally give me my well deserved awards

sit at a piano and play me some chords

clap when you see me for being a world class top actor

take my picture then poster me as the victim of an attacker

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i write to be the voice for us survivors

no matter how many times we tell our stories we will always be painted as liars

even though it happened to me over four years ago in september

my mind wants to forget whilst my body will always remember

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no amount of therapy sessions will ever give me enough strength to scrub myself clean

to erase all of the traces, trauma and flashbacks of what happened to me as a teen

sometimes i wish i never spoke up to report

because all i got in return was a lack of the systems support

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here we are being told it is our responsibility to dress appropriately and prevent

however the last time i looked my clothes do not have a voice therefore can not give consent

so now we conclude that it was all just a mistake

is your throat sore yet from yelling that “real men do not rape”?

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girls let us grab a glass and raise to making a toast

let us cheers to not hating all men just most

we have been failed by our own system

even though we are the real victims

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the patriarchy will forever be in men’s favour

because there is “no evidence” that he ever made me you or her

isn’t it sad how only a minority of men get charged?

and here we are bonding over our memories that are scarred

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please finally give me my well deserved awards

sit at a piano and play me some chords

clap when you see me for being a world class top actor

take my picture then poster me as the victim of an attacker