Survivor Story
A set of good enough feelings
The wait
Where is the satisfaction in the wait?
You give all this evidence to the po po
And you feel less
Less likely
Less happy
Less “angry”
Less Ready.
Less
In simple terms you feel less.
And it makes you feel like all the grace you gave
Is where the “sa” has found its grave
You play scrabble of your shoula’s
Coulda’s
And woulda’s
And you then go
What does that do?
Nothing much
Nothing more…
I’ve read every reddit
I’ve made every call
I informed you
I informed the police
I informed my family
My school
My God
And i have to grip with the sour grapes
With the fact that i was raped
And it feels like wind in a controlled environment
To a point tears dont fall down my face
It doesnt feel the embrace
Doesnt feel anything at all
Where is the satisfaction in the wait?
Where is the destination in the wander in the hall
of my anger, pain, violation, sadness, grief, and noticing
your greed to my body?
I didnt apply for a cast role on SVU
To get “we will let you know”
“We believe you”
But he
But he,
But he…
But he is who the fuck he is!!
He is evading
“Well duh”
He is lying
“Well duh”
He is threatening me
“Well duh”
He raped me!
And the following statement
We believe you!
“Well duh”
Thats the only well duh
That doesnt roll off the tongue
That doesnt hit the sand like seamless air
Where is the satisfaction in the fate?
Where
Please inform me
Near Mississippi?
Near Idaho waters?
Near Compton residences?
Near heaven?
Near niagra?
Near viagra?
Where?
I'll go right now
Just for it all to finally feel like right now
Just for the flashbacks to flash back
Just for the comments to not creep back
Just for the shoulda’s
To be i did’s
For the woulda’s
To be no more
And for the pain
To not be my paramores
All my solace lies in these lines
As i expose lies
What an anomaly!
What a passage
What an irony
Not a symphony.
We gotta just keep the faith
Run the race
And believe
That believing is a good enough feeling
Because that's all I got.