I AM THE VICTIM
I am the one standing at the back,
quiet,
wishful,
anxious,
tense,
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HEAVY BREATHING
EYES DILATED
MY VOICE IS NOTHING BUT A WHISTLE.
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I am speechless,
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And my life is invisible.
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Here I am: an open target,
Not ready for them, but they are ready for me,
On my way home,
After class,
In the bathroom,
In the cafeteria,
In the alley way,
In the library,
IN MY SANCTUARY.
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They take over my sanctuary.
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However, this does not faze me.
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And this should not faze you,
BECAUSE NONE OF OUR STRUGGLES LAST FOREVER
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I do not need anyone’s consent
TO BE WHO I AM.
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We are free.
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So live your full life, because this world is beautiful,
Despite the hell that you think is eternal.
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Stop,
Look back,
And you will see that those people who hurt you are nothing.
They are nothing.
Let them be nothing, and they will be nothing.
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You are strong,
And you need to know that
IT GETS BETTER.
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Smile when you want to smile,
Be silent if you want to be,
Dress the way you want to dress,
Be who you want to be,
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And be free to love who you will love.
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Nobody controls you.
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I am not the victim.
YOU ARE NOT THE VICTIM
SO BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL SURVIVE.
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You will survive
And you are not the victim.
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