I am too nice
I have too many fears of rejection
Fears of being hated
Fears that everyone is laughing at me

I’m so nice to the point where I was sexually assaulted
And had so much fear in me of being hated
I wasn’t even able to speak the “Stop touching me” That should have left my lips

I know I am not the only one
I know I am not the only one who told and didn’t get results
I was assaulted in school and nothing was done because I didn’t say stop
I didn’t realize I had to say stop to not be sexually assaulted

I didn’t realize I didn’t matter until I had everything to lose and I lost everything.
My innocence
My happiness
My ability to love a man in a sexual way
Everything.

Don’t make the same mistakes I did
Because maybe, if you say stop
when he’s done molesting you someone will do something about it.
Because a simple stop, will not stop him.
It never has