VOICE OF A VICTIM

This poem is talking about the story of a victim through her situation & i put my ideas here, how they feel, think…as I am a girl. A girl can understand another girl. Most of time no one understands or like victim . sometimes people try to close their mouth  by money , sometimes by their power & the worst way is killing them .but  if victim   try to speak, no one listen them. People see them in different way .no one try to understand the state of their mind .no one try to understand that  there is no fault of a girl .after rape u can’t find a person like before. Our society doesn't accept her like before. Her mind & heart become break in pieces still some rise their voice against it & try to overcome it. I just write because I believe my paper and pen understands me & hope you people understand them through this poem.

                                          

                                      THEY NEED UR SUPPORT

                              VOICE OF A VICTIM

It is the rhythmic beating 
in my mind
Powerful, intense, singing louder, 
finding power as each day I survive

I am no longer a Victim. 
The word I always hated before

I am now a Survivor.

I can't talk to nobody,
I feel like nobody understands,

I live as a Victim in fear. 
 I live as a Survivor endures. 
I live as a Victim is weak and powerless, 
so I pick up some paper

And

Grab me a pen.
You see me smile, but if you only knew
the things that I hold on to,
and

Just can't seem to let go.
But I don't really think that I actually do

I spoke up, no one listened.
So it continued on and I just didn't mention, 
the road from one to the other 
was a long journey, 
which has no end, only new beginnings. 
As a Survivor has grown strong 
the things that went on that night
I watched the Moon go down
the sun came up
someone was knocking at my door for help
I couldn't help 
but cry & weep in pain
Because i was so scared 

Darkness and silence, 
Silence and fear, 
Fear and pain, 
Pain and terror, 
A crack in the door, a sliver of night, 
Rushes of insanity, claws of dreams sink into the mind's flesh, 
Please, oh please, let this all end.
Over and over and over again.
I think about it 
every now and then.
Have trouble sleeping at night.
My mind & heart always says

I need  Courage and peace, 
Peace and support, 
Support and encouragement, 
Encouragement and love, 
that can make me the person like before

Then I found a solution

Is to open up and speak, 
But when I spoke
No one heard me.

No one try to understand me
When that voice in my head keeps saying, 
then my heart said

You wasting your time 
no one cares about you.
I'm just glad that God gave me a pen, paper, and the ability to write.
Because when I feel like no hears me, 
I just write.

there is a rhythmic beating 
in my mind
Powerful, intense, singing louder, 
I wanna to strong again. 
I wanna to brave again. 
I wanna in love again. 
I wanna loved again.

I wanna to change myself like before again