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TW: allusion to SA I will never forgive you For what you’ve done to me Because no matter what I say when I’m sober I will always be screaming Inside my mind is captive by the hole you left when you first decided to defile me. My body hurts with every touch that reminds me that you were there Every whiff I get of you makes me turn around in awareness of danger Even if you’re not really there The body remembers What the mind doesn’t dare To file in its memory When you were

TW: violent and graphic language, mention of violence, SA, and CSA As a woman, I have less rights than a corpse, whose organs they can’t take unless consented to before. So if I was SA’d, i probably just regret it, and those clothes were just asking for That man will most likely only spend a day in court If it even gets that far, “we wouldn’t want his life to fall apart.” As a woman I am treated worse as a human than a dying person with a donor card Unless there's a fetus in

TW: allusion to assault, self-harm, and self-deleting Rage for those that have screamed inside Rage for those that thought they’d died Rage for those that have broken down and cried Rage for all the times they tried to stay strong while something clawed their insides Rage for those that have been terrified Rage for those that have been traumatized Rage for all the ways we’ve tried to cope Rage for all the times we’ve almost lost hope Rage for all the nightmares we’ve had at n

TW: allusion to assault Heart is screaming Bodies bleeding Mind is reeling Staring blankly He stares back at me Gets closer still Growing apathy Suddenly, nothing “Do what you wish” slump -- BlackFox

TW: mention of self-harm It’s 12:04am I didn’t notice I’ve been doing nothing Slightly out of focus. Of course to me Nothing is everything I drive myself mad Overthinking. I work so hard And do so much Have I not earned This time of such? Such of dark And of silence I hear my own thoughts Their voices violent. I cannot bear To hear the screaming While out and about Smiles beaming. My mind scatters My thinking shatters As I contain within myself A battle hard dealt, I deal wit

I wanna scream I wanna cry, And I can’t do either. My mind is lost I know the cost It pounds in my head over and over Failure. I am not okay. I don’t know how to be okay. I only know That my worries grow So much they swallow Me whole I. See. Nothing. I don’t know where I am. I feel like a fucking scam. You all look at me and say that I can. Can I? Yes. I can. So why don’t I? Why can’t I just cry? Get it over with and move on. Fly To where I’m supposed to. But I don’t. My mind

TW: allusion to sexual harassment I am attacked In the place I am weakest What I’ve been through Keeps going though My life Why does this happen Again Over and Over Again I did nothing this time I can't pretend to have played a part I did nothing There was no start I can’t even gaslight myself Into thinking there was There was absolutely nothing No way, shape, or form There was no conversation No observations And when he asked I gave no accommodations Completely unexpected I

I saved myself But I cannot pretend that I was not helped. Here was one man, one boy there. Who happened to be there for me to care I saw him in sadness And internally wept of joy I found a way out Through a manner so coy It might have been wrong But I did not care I said nothing For I did not dare To lose such hope By telling the truth To be left alone My neck in a noose At that party I spoke with him Left him calm My chances slim Little by little I got to know him And littl

Let me be Let me go We are not friends Anymore I set boundaries You crossed them all Allowed a chance Let one wall fall That was enough for you To think that you could do What you did Pull me closer Than need be I’m not comfortable Can’t you see? Of course you can You know quite well You’ve seen, And admitted yourself I am visually expressive Equally distressive I look away Will not be swayed You watch and look From 2 inches away Why so close? Let me go This is wrong It’s

TW: this poem is about sexual assault Pain It’s hard to live with when nothing’s working Dissociation and brain fog Lack of memory and ability of thought All gone Good memories are hard to come by Hard to remember When your brain replays Every thought that went through your mind When you let it happen When you were used When you couldn’t escape When you couldn’t refuse Cause he’d do it anyway With or without your permission Even when you told him to stop He wouldn’t stop Pain

written Jan 2, 2022 Se fué, Contento con haber desgarrado mi paz y robado mi luz, Y se marcho, Sonriendo, Nomás para regresar cada vez en cuando para recordarme, que todavía estaba ahí. Se complacía en saber, Que todavía estaba herida, Traumada, Y recuperándome de las cicatrices que él me dejó. -- BlackFox

written Dec. 12, 2020 TW: This poem alludes to sexual assault There was a girl who lost her keys She felt so weak Brought to her knees Oh so precious were those keys They didn’t open her car door Nor did they belong to her house Oh she fell so silent You could hear a feeding mouse Her keys were gone She felt so ill She laid down there And laid so still She lost the keys to her soul Her key values Her key roots All the things she used to use Now they’re gone Taken away By on

written Nov, 11, 2020 TW: sexual harassment and assault This is hard I confess It's all too much All this stress I was fine I had my flame Then it happened Now it's tame Thanks to you I have pain You're on me now A bright black stain Don't come closer Don't want you near I said back off Can't you hear? I'm done today For sure I know It wasn't my fault Cause I said no. I got out. Didn't like the feel It's processed now And it's all too real Don't like what happened Now I'm a m

written Jan. 24, 2020 TW: mention of self-deleting Suicide is killing me, but I don’t want to die. Everyone’s feelings are starting to intensify I DON'T KNOW WHY. All except for mine. Everyone is leaving. All but those that want to die. What am I to do? I can't just leave. Some say they’re fine But I see it in their eyes IT'S A LIE. It ’s them or me, who am I to believe? I’m good with deciding But sometimes it’s hard. Everyone needs help But not everyone’s falling apart. This

written Jan. 17, 2020 TW: mention of self-harm I make people wanna get up in the morning. It’s hard for me. I make people get food. I don’t eat myself sometimes. I’ve helped many survive. I can barely survive myself. I help people live while I’m dying. I go against violence, but it’s always on my mind. I am there for a lot of people while dealing with my problems alone. I help people overcome self harm knowing I might get “scratches” on my body too. I encourage peaceful de-s

written Jan. 3, 2020 TW: allusion to self-deleting You wish to go, you want to go but time is never right. There is always something, someone that holds on very tight. You say “ As soon as it’s done, as soon as they're gone ’ ‘ Then I’ll go, and I’ll say goodbye. ” But as soon as it’s done, as soon as they’re gone, another thing, another person, catches your eye. Someone with problems, someone who needs you, something that deserves your attention. So you tend to it, you help