11/9/16

The sun had the audacity to warm my skinthe next day. It rose even though I wasunable to, burrowed under blanketslistening to the hollow scratchingbetween my legs that was reawakened by fear.I was a victim who was once againreprimanded for being a victim.I was a woman too afraid to walk the streets.I was a heart too terrified by what i knew my friends were feeling.I was a body itching to cut, knowing many othersfelt the same itch.But the sun had the bravery to warm my skin.It rose and gave me enough strength todig a few words out of my ribcage.To see the words of artists willing to fight.My fight begins with theirs and cannot end.