A Simple Ode To My Perpitrators
I have claimed back what you took.
This body is no longer your play thing.
These toes will never point in your direction.
These feet will never step to your orders.
These knees will never bend to your will.
These thighs will never be forced in any direction.
You never had a right to enter my body.
This stomach will never again be used as a reason.
A siren call about why I will never be enough.
The reason that only you could ever see it and not be in disgust.
My breasts are not your property and will never again be compared to another woman’s.
These shoulders will never hold the weight of your world.
These arms will never be left bruised with the evidence of your strength to pin.
These hands will never build your false good reputation whilst you destroy my truthful good one.
This neck will never hold a pulse of fear, afraid of what you will do next.
This mouth will never speak your twisted cover ups and taste your poisoned kiss.
These eyes will never again see your crocodile tears feigning emotions you know nothing about.
This hair will never be cut short for your liking.
This body will never be clothed in anything I do not choose it to be.
My toes will point in the direction I choose to go.
My feet will walk my own journey.
My knees will bend to my will.
My thighs are mine to control.
I have the right to say NO and choose who enters my body.
My stomach is mine and you were wrong because I can see it and not be in disgust- I am someone.
My breasts are mine and they are a beautiful part of womanhood.
My shoulders are to carry my world and no one else’s.
My hands will only build for me.
My neck will only be a holder for fine jewellery and invited kisses.
My mouth will only speak my truth and taste the kiss of a good man.
My eyes will see through all lies and look upon truth.
My hair will grow long because when my hair grows long I feel the most myself.
My body is now clothed in armour.
It is the external wrapping of a mind that has taken decades of abuse.
Abuse in every sense of the word.
So many perpetrators I have lost count.
For years every inch of my body has carried their secrets.
The darkest parts of themselves that they released onto me.
As if my body was a punching bag for their demons.
These perpetrators chose me because I had a loud heart and a quiet mouth.
I have let people hurt me until I was laying on the floor with nothing left.
Then quietly, I let them use me as a stepping stone to their next accomplishment.
After all this, I am sorry to say you did break my mind. For a moment.
But believe it or not people cared enough to save me even when I no longer wanted to be alive.
People cared, something you said was truely impossible for me.
My mind has now seen the mistakes and is returning stronger.
Stronger than you ever thought possible.
I will never again let anyone puppeteer my mind.
Hurt me again and you’ll hear how loud I’ll scream.
There will be nothing to drown out the sound of what you’ve done.
This body and this heart is mine.
To everyone who slowly took pieces of it
Check your pockets or your dungeons
Or wherever you’ve kept me all these years.
I’m here. In my body. Whole. Where I belong.
This body can take pain the strongest medicine known to man couldn’t fix.
My mind and soul can rise above it.
This body is mine. This big heart is mine. This mind is mine.
I am a strong woman and no one will take that from me.
