alright check this out,
I'm on top of the building bout to shout,
I'm bout to take y'all on a ride,
let this story unfold,
like I said before,
the fucked up shit is what really get sold,
so fucked up my cousin touched me,
tryin to get his way,
thinkin this shit ok,
then it all stop as my aunt yelled our names,
I ran to the shower, thinkin wat he told me,
don't tell no body,
but I told my parents and he was taken by police,
now my life is hard, I'm tryin to break this life lease ,
hating on men and playin the victim card,
I hide in clothing, I seek no attention,
I'm behind cameras and attending group sessions,
I pushed everyone away when I really wanted affection,
now you know my story and pain,
my family so fucked up, it ain't never been the same,
but imma speak out, for the girls who don't have a voice, I'm here to remind you, you always have a choice...


I wrote this poem, for victims of rape and molestation. for girls who are afraid to speak up because they scared that people that don't believe you. its not okay, and we have a voice, your voice will help another. always remember your beautiful, strong, and your amazing! girl power! some of the bad parts of our lives is a testimony in it self. that could b a big impact on others to give them courage to speak out. this part of your life is over, time to heal and find a way back to you, back to your confidence, its a process, but use that pain and turn it into something beautiful. like God takes a broken person and makes them whole. we are a broken piece to become a master piece. never give up..just know you have a listening ear and heart that cares. if you like this poem or been a victim as me, put a 💛 heart in the comments. thank you, all is appreciated and all in my prayers. 🙏🏼
© without a test, you can't have a testimony.