Speak

[Chiara Spence]

My psyche
Fragmented

Was able to be out
in the world Have a job
Go to school
Be assaulted
on a regular basis
Survive in a home
amongst killers, rapists
And yet Appear
somewhat
Normal

Now that I'm out
Almost 3 years now
My brain hasn't recovered
From the repercussions
Of what I was living in
Every day
remembering

things like brushing my
Teeth
Washing My hair
eating
They cause so
Much emotion
That I literally have to
Position our body
Into child's pose
And let it
Weep

Because the pain
Inflicted Was
So repetative
So deep

That nothing
Noone
Was safe
Not even me

Because a Fragmented
Psyche
Believes what it needs
To believe
To survive
The atrocities
we called my life

But I want more
I want freedom
I want truth
I want justice

Their lies will no
Longer hide in the
Cracks and
crevices
Of my mind

A mind
I could not
Bear to see
To see All the ugly
Unspeakable
things
It had seen

But now I am
able to see
I see
I see and so I must

Speak.