Perpetual Outcries….

I hear the moans and cries in the backgrounds…

The loud burst of tears from my sisters through out the years…

Blood seeping from their faces and no one to give them a warm embrace….

virginities taken and babies molested…

silent words never spoken…hidden secrets generally forbidden…

I’m angered by the lack of compassion and frustrated with the momma’s acting…like what’s happening... ain’t…daddies exploiting their authority demanding from her… what isn’t his to take…I’m just mad…

Mad at hearing every other grown women still a child because of the pain that lingers in her veins… she don’t even know who she is because of his…refusal to keep his…nature to himself… and our rape culture that suggest to every penis walking that …if you see it and want it its okay to take it and/or no doesn’t mean no…its just her wanting to say yes…

How dare we…sit by idly allowing the sexual abuse to perpetuate…destroying generation after me…my daughter and granddaughters and their granddaughters would most likely by a victim if we continue at this state…a state where the knowing is refusing to speaking and the hurt is refusing to heal and all those involved continues to live life as it is…its insanity

I hear her cries…I feel her pain…I refuse to drift in a state of denial and act like what she has gone through is just her being “fast” and asking for it…

I scream…to the world…WE HAVE GOT TO DO SOMETHING!  Cause the moans are growing louder and the cries are getting stronger…no longer in the background but in our faces…no longer from strangers but it’s our own babies…