April 27, 2020
A poem about Erika's experiences of violence and abuse.
Content warning: Mentions experiences of sexual violence, bullying, rape and child removal.
When I was young and beautiful
I never felt disempowered as a woman.
I laughed in the face of weakness
danced with pointy toes and big hair
and walked alone at night.
When I was thirteen
I never felt my boyfriend’s best friend rape me
to the music of laughter from my girlfriend
not asleep at the scene of our teen sleepover.
When I was fifteen
I never felt the man on the bus
the man who gave me a lift from the station
the others who seemed like a story that happened to someone else
and disappeared for decades.
When I was eighteen
I never felt my baby moving and growing
until it was twenty five weeks too late.
held and gone.
I could never be a mother.
A chance brush of my hand across my cheek
I feel your tiny hand touching my face
I see you clearly in the space where there is only stained carpet.
I will never understand how
to be young and beautiful again.
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