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In shadows deep, where heartache hides
A tale unfolds, with truth untied
Where judgments fall like rain-soaked leaves
And pain finds no relief, reprieves
In childhood’s realm, the story starts
With tender souls and fragile hearts
A father’s role, a mother’s gaze
Yet darkness filled those early days
For innocence, a fragile thing
Became the prey to cruel sting
The world looked on, but chose to blame
The one who wore the cloak of shame
Her cries for help, they went unheard
Her truth missed, her pleas deferred
For who would think that deep inside
A home could harbor wounds to hide
“Not once, but twice, and thrice again”
They scoffed at her relentless pain
“How could she fall, time after time
With men who bore this heinous crime?”
The fingers pointed, not at fiends
But at the one whose spirit keens
"She must invite this fat,” they said
While ignorance and scorn were bred
But look beneath the surface, there
A wounded soul, laid bare
From father’s wrath to mother’s spite
A childhood lost, a constant fight
In family’s fold, where love should thrive
She battled just to stay alive
And friends, those trusted, cherished few
Turned backs instead of seeing through
The world, in its blind eagerness
To judge, missed cries of deep distress
Authorities, with hardened views
Dismissed her pain, refused her truths
Yet through the scars and silent cries
A strength emerged, unseen, despised
For victims rise from depths of woe
Their spirits fierce, though battered so
The tale of woe, it doesn’t end
With harsh judgments from foe or friend
It tells of grit, of courage rare
Of one who’d no more shame to wear
For every soul who’s faced the blame
For being the victim, yet not the same
Know this, you are not alone
Your truth is real, despite the stone
In shadows deep, where judgment hides
Your light shall pierce through lies, divides
A beacon for the world to see
That every child deserves to be free
We humans have a nasty habit of judging, blaming, and criticizing things and people we don't understand. Are there women who lie about being raped? Yes, there are, but there are more women who are not lying and accused of lying, than woman who lie. Are you following me? For me, it started with my father, when I was too young to even speak. Due to not receiving proper therapy, my mother hiding what happened, and my behaviors being erratic at such a young age without understanding why, I've been called a liar my entire life. All my mother had to do, all she had to say to one professional treating me, is that I was sexually abused, and it would've changed the entire course of not only my treatment, but my life, and the high risk of being re-victimized and traumatized. It very well could've prevented all these other instances of being raped, misused gaslighted and manipulated by men. See, my mother never told me what happened was wrong. She just got mad when my behaviors were out of control, she got mad every time she caught me doing things NO CHILD should know at the ages I was doing them. She called me a slut, ridiculed me, and blamed me for every instance. So many in fact, that I stopped telling her altogether. Because being raped and holding it in, was better than the way she would treat me over it. Her image was always more important than my mental and physical health. Bringing shame upon the family was more important to her than what was going on with me, and she learned early on, that she could blame me and my behaviors for all of her problems. You can't tell a lie and not plan on keeping up on it for the rest of your life. So, this one big lie, this one big cover up, has created a lifetime of misery, despair, and wanting to die, for me... I don't believe she will ever admit anything, and I have to learn to live with that. But honestly, all she had to do was tell someone. Instead, I took the blame for every single thing that went wrong in her life. Simply because she did not protect me from my father, her husband.
So many women are accused of this. So many women are at high risk for being victimizes again, because they too, learn quickly, that it's best to just keep your mouth shut, then to deal with the criticism and backlash from society. These women are often called, "easy" in high school. Yet, the statistics show that they are "easy," because they have learned form someone, typically someone they know, to lay still and take it. To shut up and not tell anyone, and I'm sick of society thinking they know everything. When we put those women on the stand, they are re-traumatized, living the abuse over and over again, and trauma can make you explode. Triggers can make you explode, they can also cause you to not remember complete details, and every defense uses that against you, to "show" the jury you can't remember so you must be lying. Please read some of the articles and videos shared below. Stop blaming the victim, start holding the abusers accountable. Help me stop the generational trauma's and injustices! SHARE SHARE SHARE!
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