#MeToo Con. Con.Con. Con.
Still struggling writing this. It takes a lot of convincing myself to write more of this saga. But I keep thinking I should write it. Maybe if I write it I'll get it out of my head completely and not think about it any more. I think maybe to break up the sting of this I'll share one of my poems. Please if you read the poem don't read it and feel sorry for me. I am not broken and don't need to be fixed or pitied. I’m a Survivor I am a survivor. And what I have to survive There has been no end. And all through it all I can see That you were my friend And you never did let me down. Always your hand protected me. You guarded my heart and didn’t let it grow hard. As a child I survived lack of love and neglect. I had to survive and when I was five I begun to fight. But I know I wasn’t far from your sight. I remember the days I memorized your word. I really wanted to impress someone.