I want to share my story
for women with the same worries:
remembering back in college
so full of life, full of knowledge,
a boy once told me I had too much
success, he told me to dim it down,
he’ll do all the rest.
once my best friend invited me over
just out of a relationship, looking for closure,
I remember such confusion
and he’ll say it was just an illusion,
a Xanax pill, took me against
I will never forget how I felt
the morning after,
such a cruel chapter,
but it plays an important factor
to all the other women. I stayed
quiet too. Now the manipulation and
I, we’re through.
2017, my darkest hour,
now I realize you’re just a coward,
a time of deep depression:
a time of drug abuse
tell me was there hesitation
when you put on a demonstration,
you hit me with a hand full
of pride. Our relationship was
built off of lies.
20, too young for the trauma
but with every blow I know
every time you hit me with your
hand, tell me does it make you
feel like a man?
Disclaimer: The views in this article are those of the author. Prison Journalism Project has verified the writer’s identity and basic facts such as the names of institutions mentioned.