Tag: poetry on rape

In the Abyss – Art and Poetry by Charlotte Farhan

In the Abyss - By Charlotte Farhan

  In the Abyss – By Charlotte Farhan – Loneliness breaks us no longer seen so lonely left in our minds tied up left alone unwanted disused all wrapped up consumed in the abyss self pity my only company.     If you have…

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Predatory Mind – By Charlotte Farhan – Art to End the Silence on Rape

  Predatory Mind – By Charlotte Farhan They – the predators, always in plane sight, some think they emerge from shadows, dancing with the devil in the moonlight, alas most are under one’s nose, most are known to you or I, our Fathers, Brothers,…

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I carry it with me – By Charlotte Farhan – Art to End the Silence on Rape

I carry it with me - By Charlotte Farhan

I carry it with me By Charlotte Farhan The sounds which echoed their imprint into my mind, The shadows on the wall which danced manically, That tree which licked the window with its branches, The light from the door way which gave everything a…

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Outsider Art and Poetry – Chained to the Past – By Charlotte Farhan

Chained to the Past - By Charlotte Farhan

Chained to the Past – By Charlotte Farhan Chained to my past like a prisoner, with only sorrow to comfort me, at night the mattress swallows me whole, it becomes pitch black, let me escape this anguish, this nectarous misery – let me be…

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I Can’t Look Forward – Art and Poetry – By Charlotte Farhan – Reflecting the physical and emotional struggles of having Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Art by Charlotte Farhan

I Can’t Look Forward By Charlotte Farhan In memories I continue to relive, not able to endure this universes reality, my amygdala is highly combative, the fragmented pieces falling from my dead family tree. Infected fear filled eyes, like sores from the past, in…

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Art to End the Silence on Rape – Head on a Stick – Art and Poetry by Charlotte Farhan

Head on a Stick - By Charlotte Farhan

Head on a Stick By Charlotte Farhan I offer my head to feed their eyes and tongues, judgment spat at me with venomous vigour, my body discarded leaving me without lungs, crowds come forward with their mouths even bigger. – “Her head on a…

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