Am I the victim of circumstance
because of my gender?
I am trying to cry out loud.
My voice was buried six feet down.
My voice was blocked by his gunshot.
My voice was blocked by his knife.
When I see him walking freely
I cry the deepest cry.
When I see him smile
it always reminds me my world ended.
He made me fear my own shadow.
He made me always sleep with open eyes.
He raped me.
He killed my soul.
He killed my feelings.
I’m a walking dead person.
I’m helpless.