-don't call me a survivor-
dont call me brave
i didnt choose this war
i was dragged through hell
by hands that smiled
and now you want me to wear a crown
i see his face in every shadow
i flinch at kindness
my body is a crime scene
and the world keeps asking me
to clean it up and move on
therapy says breathe
i say burn
burn the silence
burn the shame
burn the lie that healing is gentle
i am rage wrapped in skin
i am the scream that never got out
i am the fist that trembles
because its been taught
never to hit back
but im done being polite
done being quiet
done being your inspiration
i am not your story of hope
i am the reckoning
