It Happened to Me

You never know who you can tell.

It can make you hide behind your walls and build a shell. 

It started with a drink, how did it end up like this?

I didn't tell him 'yes,' so why did he give me a kiss? 

I pushed him off and said no, he apologized and ran away. 

I woke up with my bra off the next day. 

I tried to tell my best friend what happened and she dismissed me. 

Why can no one hear nor understand my plea?

I understand what happened to you, because it happened to me.

There are people who will hear our stories, and we will not be forgotten as a part of history. 

What we say matters, and things will change.

Speak out, be bold, don't let it just rattle around in your brain. 

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