I am a victim,
I have been hit, and I have been hurt.
I have been put down,
I have been broken.
I have cried.
I have feared.

 But I am also Mary.
I am a survivor.


 Listen. Look. Don’t speak. Be quiet. Can you hear in his footsteps he is angry? What did you do? Where has the light gone from his eyes? The tension in his body. Can you feel it, even when he is not hitting you? The pain. The words.  You can’t run, you can’t fight. Don’t try, it will make it worse. Listen. Look. Don’t speak. Be quiet. He is coming.

 Speak the truth even if your voice shakes.
Do they remember me.

 Do they remember what you did to me.

 I am here


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