"I can't sleep for forty years
Because my dad used to come at nights
I wouldn't raise my voice to not to wake up those at home.
I presumed that my secret was darkened by night.
Until yesterday...
Unaware that people at home knew what I'd been going through.
Unaware that everyone in the world knew what I'd been going through.
I'm shouting now.
And again, no one hears me
The night darkens my secret
I want to sleep before I die."
Author Statement
I wrote this poem for British activist Viv Gordon to read at the Reclaim The Night protest on the night of our “Restless” march.
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