Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details and/or sensitive subject matter.

I don’t have any ways to really put it.
I have seen things in life no one has ever wanted to see.
It’s like being stuck in quicksand, you’re slowly sinking and no one is there to help pull you out.
The quicksand is cold, you get the chills and start to tear up. You’re almost all the way into the quicksand, thinking to yourself it’s over, this is how I was supposed to go down.
But then you see a hand, you look and see someone there to pull you up. Help you get out of there.
It’s hard to get you out of something you went deep into. But that person is still trying their best, giving it their all to get you out of there.
That person stays with you, by your side.
They look you straight in the eye and smile at you.

Finally, you’re out, you’re free. You feel the wind blow through your hair, feel the tree branches brush your hands.
You look up at the person and are shocked, that person stood by your side through the whole moment.
They helped you when you were sinking.
And the most shocking part to you is, they stayed there.
They made sure to pull you out.
They made sure, you were free again.
You hug that person tightly, thanking them over and over again for sticking with you through thick and through thin.
Even though you know you will never be able to give them everything they deserve in this cruel world. Rape, the worst thing that can happen to any person. It makes you want to never have existed in the first place. Makes you angry, sad, even a bit mad.
This makes you want to throw up, you’re sick to your stomach, and want to fall on the floor and break down. It makes you feel like a total object to be thrown around and used in this cruel world.
But then that person hugs you back and whispers in your ear.
“It’s ok, I’ve been there too.”