I use to rant,

each day so true.

Shouting to the world,

what I knew.

I was ignored,

my pain dismissed.

The hope of others caring

was amiss.

I quieted my voice,

became so fake.

A shell of the girl,

you chose to awake.

I continued to see,

each day the pain

of other girls- that felt the same.

My story - so common it was sick.

All of us,

our hearts grown thick.

Lips drawn tight-

no gasp could slip.

Not understanding,

forced censorship.

I chose to stop - let words flow true.

Letting the villain’s discomfort stew

I care no more,

voices need to be heard,

speak your truth - a true songbird

Maybe one day,

they’ll lose their grip

Allowing our truth to unzip.

This unknown

should stir some fear

because a victim’s voice

can be loud and clear.