The document is a poem written from the perspective of someone who was sexually assaulted by a friend. In three sentences:
The speaker wakes up confused after an incident with a friend, realizing her bra was snapped and she was left sprawled out, not remembering what happened. She receives snapchats from her friend claiming they had sex, which she denies, struggling with vague memories and flashbacks that have caused anxiety, depression, and sent her life into shambles. However, she declares that she is no longer the victim and is learning to cope without drugs or alcohol, and is now coming for her friend who messed with her now that she is sober.
The document is a poem written from the perspective of someone who was sexually assaulted by a friend. In three sentences:
The speaker wakes up confused after an incident with a friend, realizing her bra was snapped and she was left sprawled out, not remembering what happened. She receives snapchats from her friend claiming they had sex, which she denies, struggling with vague memories and flashbacks that have caused anxiety, depression, and sent her life into shambles. However, she declares that she is no longer the victim and is learning to cope without drugs or alcohol, and is now coming for her friend who messed with her now that she is sober.
The document is a poem written from the perspective of someone who was sexually assaulted by a friend. In three sentences:
The speaker wakes up confused after an incident with a friend, realizing her bra was snapped and she was left sprawled out, not remembering what happened. She receives snapchats from her friend claiming they had sex, which she denies, struggling with vague memories and flashbacks that have caused anxiety, depression, and sent her life into shambles. However, she declares that she is no longer the victim and is learning to cope without drugs or alcohol, and is now coming for her friend who messed with her now that she is sober.
Who would’ve thought a friend would take what was mine I woke up dazed and confused truly not knowing what to do Why is my bra snapped? Why am I sprawled out like this? What happened? What did I do? Where did my friend go? Oh no... it happened something I thought would’ve never been done. The worst thing, the disbelief sets in and the denying starts to multiply What no? He wouldn’t dare. then the snapchats start rolling in “we had sex”, wait what?! No, we didn’t! “Yeah we did”, no. I froze, it happened to me something I don’t even remember you stole my light my shine in that moment I felt dead and completely alone With no place to call home. My friend took away my safe space my haven he stole my life. But not anymore, I’m done denying and lying that I’m okay. The truth is I’m not; vague memories turn up and flashbacks fuck me up anxiety depression everything multiplied, my life in shambles but finally I’m repairing. Learning to cope without the use of a drink or dope you messed with me and now it’s over I’m coming for you now that I’m sober.