I dream of roaming the streets at night and glancing at other women walking with smug grins smeared across their faces knowing the night is not to be feared. It was like soaring on solid ground. Feeling safe was a privilege that I thought was finally within arms reach. Until it looked further and soon, miles from me. It was the same everywhere. New York fashion week and beautiful literature that was scribed on pavements, people with so much kindness in their hearts and tragedy beaming through their eyes as if comfortable validation was scarce. And rape. We are 10th in this list of tragedy and yet, I hear stories of the most brutal victims. Found in an alley, found in a ditch. Cruelty is so quick, one second of pleasure and a lifetime of misery inflicted. Why is it we blame the victim and the perpetrator is treated with patience? What completely astonishes me is marital rape. How some part of violating someone privacy and boundaries is acceptable. You do not own someone’s right of privacy if you are legally bound. How does our system strive to protect us when it is them who administer wrath upon us? Humanity seems to disappear when it’s really needed. Are we just an abyss of misplaced trust? Just today, I sat aimlessly staring into nothingness when I heard subtle voices whisper “Mason Greenwood didn’t actually rape his girlfriend.” Strange as it seems, I was not surprised because I expected hope to breed it’s eternal misery, but it did not prevent me from abruptly interrupting. “She said no, he forced her into it. That is assault.” was my response. I felt utter disgust. My guard is up around acquaintances never knowing their response to these questions that regard humanity as it but one trait they do not attain. But compassion can change so much, listening instead of reminiscing about how it was back then, when women had to keep shut because it was shameful to be touched instead being the prideful one who touches. But you, one who has started healing or not begun as of yet, I can promise you hope. It gets better, time heals with you. And I’ll see you out there, laying the battlefield.
“We need never be hopeless because we can never be irreparably broken.”
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