We Are The Ones Who Survived You

As the accuser steps into the light, the inevitable backlash begins. To deal with my outrage, I began writing…

 

The fallout is real. The story we tell is true, yet we’re prodded and poked and turned inside out and upside down. All to protect the guilty. All to continue their advancement. All to continue their lives, uninterrupted.

And if we speak and no one listens? We die a little more, summoning courage that barely exists. To speak up, speak out, our words finding no purchase. And when we are heard, the wraiths gather close, the wolves circle at our door.

We’re dismissed, denied, ridiculed, and much worse. It’s not true, they claim. He would never do that, they claim. Who are you to tell this horrible tale?

Who. Are. You.

We are the ones who have survived you. The ones who lived to tell what you did. The ones who will put you where you belong. We are the ones who have survived you.

We are the ones who shattered into a million pieces. Surviving your hand across our mouths preventing our screams. Surviving your hands around our throats as you took what you wanted. We are the ones you regarded as nothing as you held us down, doing as you pleased.

The powers-that-be will not silence our collective voice. For we will be heard. We will speak truth to power to those who may do everything to silence our truth. But they will fail in their efforts because we are ready.

We will be silenced no more. We will take back our innocence. Stolen by the entitled, the perverted, predators all. Be prepared to lose.

Everything.