Here's an extract from a poem of mine that was published in a 2013 edition of Urban Confustions, a journal of creative expression from women worldwide.
When I remember them I just cry Sometimes silently Or inside of me Sometimes I heave, And at others, I sigh
Hey this is about them The girl, lady, boy, gent or transperson Who are preyed upon by the beastly How do they endure something so ghastly
Alas! Some do not live to recall their horror But do we listen to those who do? Speak out and stand up for them Hold them tight, dry their tears Lessen their pain and their fears?
They are everywhere These honourable survivors Braving their scars
If we don't reach out We are as inhuman As those who hurt them!