To Understand

This is a poem that I wrote when I got frustrate with the previous sexual abuse I experienced

To Understand

 

The saying built upon frustration,

and confusion,

rolls off the tongue like stinging wasps:

“Nobody understands me”.

 

This expression does not belong,

to angsty teens,

that think a loving family,

is the worst thing in their life.

 

It belongs to the ones,

who walk through a society,

that refuses to believe their cries of pain.

 

To the ones,

who cry out in their sleep,

when the monster comes to play,

during their dreams.

 

To the ones,

who lost memories,

of times when they happily played,

because of what happened,

when they went home,

when they finished the day.

 

To the ones,

who were threatened,

to not say a single word of their pain.

 

To the ones,

who for a time,

lost their way.

And filled it,

with numbing drugs,

and burning alcohol.

 

To the ones,

who lost their lives,

from something,

they didn’t deserve.

 

For the kids who knew by heart,

the pleasurable touch,

of the one who only holds evil,

in all their ways.

 

For kids who saw,

other parents love their children,

in a strange unfamiliar way,

that we later learned,

was the normal way to be love.

 

 

We lived in a constant state of fear,

confusion and lies.

We felt isolated,

during the best of our time.

 

We have witnessed and been subject to,

the worse of humanity,

and you still wonder why,

it is so hard for us to survive.

 

We do not put our trust in justice systems,

for they are the ones

who showed how unjust,

justice is.

 

This statement is directed,

to parents,

who will never understand the pain,

of being a five-year-old,

who can tell you the way a blowjob works.

 

To parents,

who blame the kid,

and protect the monster.

 

 

 

 

To half-naked girls,

who think they can relate,

because they get catcalled

due to the way they dress.

 

To feminists,

who feel entitled to our poetry,

because they too are at a risk,

of being raped.

 

To men,

who try to silence our pain,

through methods,

of stabbing words.

 

To men,

who believe the only way for us to heal,

is through the assurance.

That the love of a man will,

fix everything.

 

To politicians,

who think we asked for it.

Who can look a little boy,

at the ripe age of three,

and tell you the way an orgasm feels.

Yet they let it fall,

on their closed ears.

 

We alone have pulled ourselves out,

of a state of hopeless.

We learned that loving your father,

doesn’t involve giving him a handjob.

 

We told our stories,

despite everyone going against us.

We survived,

despite seeing the ones around us fall.

 

For many the expression,

“Nobody understands me.”

is an eye-roll worthy sentence.

But for us,

it’s a cruel reality,

that we live in.

-Edyne Huckabay

Author's Note

If you see any mistakes or problems with my poem I welcome all suggestions and corrections. If you have a topic for any poems you want me to write go-ahead and tell me!

Reviews

[MeaningfulMee]

So well writing and powerful