I confess that find the truth about sexual offenders callously cold, hard, and unspeakably complex.
Women, who were voiceless “property,” fought for the right to have property and a voice.
Sexual violence invades the space that you inhabit – literally leaving you feel like ruined refuse.
His approach was stealth, quiet, brooding, and dark. He came over my soul and spirit and in one bite severed my hands. Not my heart, no – my hands. I could no longer grasp the driftwood or the bread of hope.
Little girl, by degrees your littleness will leave. By degrees so will you.
In the age of speaking, let us not forget that doing so must remain a choice – not a compulsory act.