“I’m a survivor” 

She breathed through her lips as they tried to bring her down 

they tried

to hurt her

they laughed 

called her names it hurt

but she shed only tears

in fear of something worse if she

spoke out

the horror

of her eyes

in the sanctuary of your body 

her flesh intricately touched yours

and you

laughed in awe of yourself

mostly you you were impressed with

it was always about you

about your victories and lies

at the end of the day you were all that mattered

with your shiny trophies and ducks in a row

your parents ogling you for your many successes

they helped you live a lie

you cannot think like me

you lack the capacity to think that way

and that is okay that you don't have the gift but at least see it for what it is

what it was

what it will be

“I’m a survivor” 

she said

just one more cut

will be enough.