Ride Those Waves

Is she wrong

when she's 

been wronged

Who wants to fight

when they can just

take flight

and burry themselves

way down deep

I too

have covered myself

in mud

to blend in

to the mold

that was waiting

all too eagerly

Is it wrong

that I've

been wronged

While my soul

has been searching

for a voice to use

A voice that echoes

against the grain

Is she wrong

to shove open the doors

while her skeletons

blow so openly

Her pain blowing

in the wind

like a flag

praising the sun

She uses her voice

So I shall use mine

It's the only weapon

we own

Let's make them

Roar

And forget

the shame

they use to paint us

We're more

than our pain

We're more

than our silence

We're more

than our struggle

to feel free

We're more

than those

stolen dark nights

We're more

than victims

We're survivors

of those 

dark stolen nights

Never to be hushed

to keep from

making waves

Make those waves

Ride those waves

with the sun

shining down

Lighting our souls

on fire

-July 2015

I wrote this in response to the thirty-five women that have recently come forward in the news and have spoken about the sexual assault they've endured by a man they trusted. I wrote this for the women who fear ridicule and backlash and shame for something that wasn't their fault. I wrote this for the women who have not yet found their voice. I wrote this for your Mother. I wrote this for your Sister. I wrote this for your Aunt. I wrote this for your Friend. I wrote this for me.

If you or someone you know is suffering and looking for ways to cope with sexual assault, please contact RAINN for help. https://www.rainn.org/get-help/national-sexual-assault-hotline