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PROJECT UNSPOKEN
[WORK OF FICTION]
R is not stands for RAPE CULTURE
R stands for REVOLUTION
PROJECT UNSPOKEN
When I was 10 I always saw my mother crying because of my father, he always punch her and slap her what can I do? I am just a kid. I can't do anything about it.
"I am the man in this house! You should folowe me! I am the one who works for us, I am the one who works for you to eat!" He shouted at us, my mother hug me and I can feel her fear, her cold body.
Dad, please stop.." I am begging, begging for him to stop this thing, it's so cruel, I can't see any lights in our house. My emotions got mix.
I become a teenager but I lost my interest to some things because I only see my mother's face, crying. There's nothing I can see only the punches of my father to my mother. Too much pain. I can't breathe.
"She is idiot and pathetic bitch that's why she can't focus on her studies, I am such a lucky to have my daughter. Why they can even make her go to school when she is idiot?" I can hear my relatives talking about education, even my neighbors tell that too in public.
I can't focus. I can't go to school because of what I see in our house everyday, I am scared, I am afraid for my mom and for myself, the pain is in my heart keeps growing, and anger in my whole system.
One day I'm in the bus I stand up because the bus is full and loaded. I was just standing when I feel someone's hand touching my waist and caressing my hips. I close my eyes and pray to God to stop this harassment, I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Mom.. I am scared..
"Be silent or I will kill you? You choose." I have no strength to fight for my life all I did is to shut my mouth, I have no power to fight against with him, against with this dirty man touching me everywhere. His hands are wondering around my body, roaming his eyes everywhere I feel...
R is not stands for RAPE CULTURE
R stands for REVOLUTION
PROJECT UNSPOKEN
When I was 10 I always saw my mother crying because of my father, he always punch her and slap her what can I do? I am just a kid. I can't do anything about it.
"I am the man in this house! You should folowe me! I am the one who works for us, I am the one who works for you to eat!" He shouted at us, my mother hug me and I can feel her fear, her cold body.
Dad, please stop.." I am begging, begging for him to stop this thing, it's so cruel, I can't see any lights in our house. My emotions got mix.
I become a teenager but I lost my interest to some things because I only see my mother's face, crying. There's nothing I can see only the punches of my father to my mother. Too much pain. I can't breathe.
"She is idiot and pathetic bitch that's why she can't focus on her studies, I am such a lucky to have my daughter. Why they can even make her go to school when she is idiot?" I can hear my relatives talking about education, even my neighbors tell that too in public.
I can't focus. I can't go to school because of what I see in our house everyday, I am scared, I am afraid for my mom and for myself, the pain is in my heart keeps growing, and anger in my whole system.
One day I'm in the bus I stand up because the bus is full and loaded. I was just standing when I feel someone's hand touching my waist and caressing my hips. I close my eyes and pray to God to stop this harassment, I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Mom.. I am scared..
"Be silent or I will kill you? You choose." I have no strength to fight for my life all I did is to shut my mouth, I have no power to fight against with him, against with this dirty man touching me everywhere. His hands are wondering around my body, roaming his eyes everywhere I feel...
