Clothes eat away at my skin.Clothes push and pull me in.My body is screaming at me no.But I just can’t let it go.The scars of your touch leave me hauntedAs that scared little girl cowered awayI step in and stop your misdeedsGet your hands away from herShe’s too youngYoungI was barely 12 when I was sexually assaulted.Not even a teen yetMay will always be a tough month for meAs your hands still attack my bodyA foreign yet familiar invaderLike a war where you approach the linesBetween personal space and shared spaceYou took one step into a crimeInto a traumatic eventAnd I stepped back in my mind.I stepped back into the cold darknessIt felt like home.You took away everything from meYou left a shell of a little girlAnd you are now faced with a fully fleshed-out personThe bones that shook in my skinAs your hands took me inAre now reinforced with steelYou may not know how it feels.But you sure as hell know what you have done.And fumbling over my words as I tell the events of that night is no more.Your shadow casting doubt over me serves no purpose anymore.You didn’t have the right to touch me.You didn’t have the right to harass and belittle.I have the right to speak up now.And I’ll tell my story to the crowd.And I’ll scream it loud.