The Language of Survival

Don't get me wrong - I am deeply proud of myself for my tenacity against shitty things, but I have specifically started noticing something about the cryptic language I use whenever speaking on my survival. My language, both personal and public, often falls short of the confidence I promote in accepting my survival.

To My Parents

TW: sexual abuse, incest, physical violence. A harrowing poem depicting what life was like in my childhood home, where two family members sexually abused me, and my parents didn’t know, or if they did, they didn’t intervene.