This painting and poem is from my upcoming exhibition; which tells the truth about my rape and sexual abuse, through visual art, poetry, shadow boxes and my story; my hardest and most painful work to date.
With therapy this process of healing is ongoing, these pieces of work which are still being created and crafted are a way for me to understand, cast out the nightmares which have convoluted my reality, addressing the issues victims of sexual violence (like myself) have to face in today’s world which is heavily influenced by rape culture and victim blaming.
Sharing selected pieces of visual art and poetry (such as these below) before my exhibition is launched is to reach audiences far and wide.
Sexual violence is not prejudice it can happen to anyone. This exhibition is for us all, women, men and children from every ethnicity, social background, sexuality, religion and lifestyle. With doing this, the hope is to give us a voice to tell those who have abused and violated us that we can take the power back that was taken from us, to tell those unaffected how our lives are a daily struggle and to tell the world that there is still so much to do, so that we can end sexual violence for good.
My power was taken.
I am affected.
My life is a daily struggle.
I am a victim and I am a survivor.
When you look at me you don’t see blood
my violated self concealed
words which remain misunderstood
as if my sex had been revealed
not a little girl but forced womanhood
left feeling helplessly desecrated
as I had been in early childhood
forsaken; flowerless and humiliated.
Maybe you saw me as a flower bud
not pretty; but ripe and eager to grow
violently picked and dragged through mud
grappling innocence; never to let go
my tears washing my shame in a flash flood
not knowing; if there will be a tomorrow
now reminded of the intrusion by my menstrual blood
in a world with no desire to know.
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