Raped! Not Damaged! Not promiscuous!
Don’t look at me that way
I was raped! Not Damaged! Not promiscuous!
In the shadowed tempest of a violated night,
Her spirit shattered by unspeakable might,
She rose from the ruins like a phoenix in flight,
A survivor, not a victim, reclaiming her light.
The world may whisper, casting pity’s shroud,
But she stands tall, unbroken, unbowed.
No longer defined by a past’s grim hue,
She’s a beacon of strength, a force anew.
It’s not in her pain that her story lies,
But in the resilience that now fills her eyes.
Her voice, a clarion call for those oppressed,
A testament to healing, to overcoming the test.
No longer reduced to a mere shattered soul,
She’s a living testament, an inspiration whole.
Her scars are now a map for others to find,
A path to healing, leaving no soul behind.
What was meant to break her only made her strong,
Empowered, she’s become a refuge for the wronged.
No longer bound by shame’s oppressive chains,
She stands firm, a bastion in freedom’s domain.
So listen not with sorrow, nor with pity’s breath,
For she’s not defined by a legacy of death.
In her victory, she’s found the strength to provide,
A sanctuary for others, where hope can abide.
Heris tale is a testament to resilience unbound,
A warrior’s grace, in silence’s hushed sound.
For from the darkness, she emerged anew,
A testament to thriving, and to helping others too.
Yes! Don’t look at me that way,
I was raped! Not Damaged! Not promiscuous.
