Duplex III: Be Quiet
Be quiet; the voice doesn’t belong here,
Only the body turned into piñata.
Your body made into a piñata.
Boys swing their sticks, breaking things not theirs.
Boys hit you with their sticks, breaking things not theirs.
Innocence falls, swallowed up by night.
Fallen innocence, swallowed by night.
Candy wrappers are clothes, no room for names.
Candy wrappers for clothes. Who cares about names?
Boys gnaw on silent sugary screams.
Boys’ teeth dig into sugary screams.
Confectionery prey, looking for sound.
Confectionery, pray, can’t find sound,
Only the body turned into piñata.
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Author Statement
As an advocate and survivor of child sexual assault and sexual assault, I use poetry as a powerful tool for healing and raising awareness. My words speak for those who have been silenced and made to believe that their pain was their fault. Through my art, I aim to break the cycle of shame and empower survivors to reclaim their voices and bodies.
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