Enough

I don't remember saying no,

but I don't remember saying yes.

My body is nothing special,

nothing too precious...

But I can't help but feel as though

I was taken advantage of one too

many times.

I don't remember the first time it happened,

or the second, but I promise the feelings

remain the same.

Sadness, Guilt, Embarrassment, and Filth.

I feel nothing happy

in this place,

in my body,

I won't let it show;

on my face,

on my body.

I pretend nothing happened,

and people don't understand why.

If you haven't gone through it,

you still see the sky for the sky.

I want to tell you that my body

is not for your taking.

Instead I'll get high, really high.

I want to tell you it's not okay,

while I cry and cry.

I want to tell you that I am not sorry

for what happened, but that may

just require too much acknowledgement

on the passage.

My body is nothing special, I promise.

But all I ask is no one takes it without

my sole permission. I am a woman, I am

strong, I have gone through something

that so many have overcome.

I have fallen, completely undone.

Nonetheless, this is my story;

I am strong, this is my body, and

I will rise above.