How do you share with your mama at the age of 6, how the man who lifted you in the air moved your panties over to rub his finger over your vagina. Puts you down and licks his finger.

You can’t tell a soul, you simply just keep living. You can’t tell anyone because you don’t know how. You make life worth your while. As you get older, wiser in life you try to just live.

You try to Live with men in and out of your life. Men abusing you sexually, physically, and emotionally. Who do you tell? You don’t, you just live.

You don’t even try to make sense of it. Incidents as such, keeps you silent in a dark place. Living daily trying to live, keeping busy, and you keep a strong level of integrity. You are set a part.

Somebody has to pay. Everything cost. The cost is expensive. The cost of self respect, the cost of silence, the cost of feeling numb, the cost of breathing, and some days the cost of being present. The cost of emasculating men, down talking whoever breathe with a positive energy.

Incident after incident, invited and uninvited, intended and unintended. The matter never goes away.

The men come and go. You relive each and every time a piece of your innocent being stolen. What do you do? You go silent. You go numb. You dry up in the inside. You pull it together everyday. Millions of thoughts goes through your head how to block it out. The feeling of doubt, insecurities, and hurt, feelings of not being worthy.

No matter what you do. Your good isn’t good enough not even for yourself. You cry. You cry. You get back up. You get back up. You do what you have to do to survive. You do what you have to do to survive.

People try to figure you out. But, you’ve mastered a shield that know one can break through. Everyone once in a while someone try to figure you out. You only break them down so they will never return again.

You don’t tell anybody, you just live.