Poem

You say

I am

Human

Then refuse

To count

My breathe

As being

As

Important

As your

Breathing

Count me

In

By

Never

Saying

My pain

Means

So little

Coz

Hadn’t I

And

All whores

Ask for

It

Hadn’t I

And

Every whore

Stood

In the

Path of

Danger

Don’t say

You

Care

You don’t

As you

Name

Our rapes

Our job

Say

Being

Beaten into

A thousand

Pieces

Is just

Bad luck

You say

Everyone

Has sad

Stories

Only

How many

Have

Every cell

In their

Body

Made a

Sex slave

Don’t

Compare

Don’t

Pity

Just stop

All your

Talking

All your

Writing

On us

And

Shut up

And let

Our screaming

Our crying

Our knowledge

Our refusal

To be a

Stereotype

Our utter

Desperate struggle

To be

More

Than you

Can imagine

Lets our

Voices be

Released

Even when

You will

Be

Hurt

Bad

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