I struggled to write those two words earlier this week. I felt weak, ashamed and scared to write publicly on my Facebook account that I have been sexually harassed/assaulted/abused.
The man on the train who wasn’t touching me by accident.
The manager at a work Christmas party who offered to ‘take’ my virginity from me.
Wolf-whistles while walking in my school uniform.
The story still not told.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.