I am..
legit a poem
I am the bitch everyone has heard of
in the small town where people
would rather sweep it all under the rug
than give the community care needed.
Although secretly, they love to talk about it
To their own understanding
from what he says
while they’re sitting around the dinner table.
I am deranged
for thinking they would understand rape
in the context of their own little bubble town
Where he would never.
He could never.
But he would, did, and has.
I was not the first, nor was I the last.
He will live a legacy of violence,
and I will make that very clear.
I am crazy
for “still caring about what some dumb guy
did to me in highschool”
God forbid a girl talks about, or is affected by,
the violence she experienced in her formative years.
I will never forget all the things I heard
about my own story
I will never forget all the comments on instagram
where I was shamed and blamed by my peers at best.
<3 Bella




love you, bells!