rape victim advocacy
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Three Fingers
I hold up three fingers in the silence between us. Her brown eyes meet mine, shining with tears. “I am sorry,” she says, even though there is no need for it. She has done nothing wrong, yet that is often the only words people are able to say once they learn my history. The scars Continue reading
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Our Stories Matter
I wrote this poem a few weeks back and put it up in the poetry forum of Legendfire for some critiques. It helped me polish it up a bit and trim some unneeded lines and stanzas. I wrote it because of a day, where a former friend left me feeling like I didn’t matter. That Continue reading
Reshaping Reality 