When I was two years old I did not know.
When I was six there was treats and secrets.
When I was eight I did not understand why everyone was angry with me.
When I was fourteen I said no, I struggled and he raped me.
They told me I should know what he was like.
When I was fifteen I was drunk and he raped me on the driveway.
They told me I should not have been drunk.
When I was sixteen I thought it was all I was good for.
When I was seventeen I got married and I told him.
He asked me to stop, he didn’t need to know that shit.
When I was twenty a workmate told me I looked like I wanted it as he reached for my breast.
When I was twenty I woke up to find a mans balls in my face at a work conference.
I left my job.
When I was twenty two my senior put his hand down the back of my blouse and stroked my bare skin
I told my boss, he was spoken to and I was told to move on.I was a distraction.
When I was thirty one I found him masturbating in my lounge, I got him out of the house, he assaulted me.
I got angry, I went to the police.
When I was thirty two I gave evidence at the trial. They asked why I didn’t scream. He was found not guilty.
When I was thirty three I was face to face with my next rapist, I told him one of us would die and I did not care which one of us it was.
He called me a crazy whore and ran away.
I found my voice. I told my story to other women who in turn entrusted me with theirs.
I will not apologise for your discomfort.
I will not shut up.