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defend yourself.

speak. scream.
they wound you with
a hundred thousand acts,
with a million trillion words
that break you soul
and blacken your heart.
but you stay. you stay.
and you stay silent.
speak. say something.
you’re not a doormat.
you’re not an object to be used.
you’re not expendable.
you’re not replaceable.
you’re not forgettable.
but speak damn it.
she silently writes.
she writes her statuses,
her blogs, her enticing
poetic verses.
she writes the wounds open,
the blood runs like ink.
she writes the aching of her soul,
the destruction,
the not good enough,
the jealous envy,
the anger and disgust.
in each specific letter,
she screams.
-Allison Ryder