Shattered window glass strewn across my floor
I dont want to be here anymore.
My heart races I am blocked from the door to escape
My fragile skin burns from your angry grasp I choke back the tears as you laugh
I’m small, I’m 5’2, you are big, I never had a chance to live, I screamed, no one helped me. I call the police they disregard me. I am a prisoner with a guard
You break my face with your fist, you laugh as you continue to hit
My pain is on my face bruised blackened, I’m unsafe
He would lock me in the bedroom and I’d cry to escape He’d break my cellphone or block social media so no one could help me avoid this hate.
I am not allowed to leave, I bow my head. He steals my paycheck and spends on himself instead
I was quiet and alone
He was overpowering me with his muscles his braun. I was small. I couldn’t defend myself
As he raped me, he pinned me down. I was miles away from help. I was so small I couldn’t protect myself
My clothes are tattered my jacket torn, I haven’t had a new dress in three years or more
I hold myself when he is gone, and dream of a man that protects from harm. Not every one does this,I remind myself, I was trying to keep my mental health well.
I cry I am trapped I keep it to myself. I can’t get thin enough for his approval, so I stop eating , and he starts repeating, I’m fat. I starved myself for thirty days, I’m very short , now I’m a waif.
My pelvis bones jutted through my jeans , he laughed at me as I felt ugly, sad and lonely
Yet, I smiled through all this pain. I’m weary and weak from his game of abuse it never changes as he cycles its repeated
He cut up all my clothes my dresses I had before I met him I’m left with ugly jeans nobody recognizes me
He stained my clothes with bleach, he hated me, I wanted to leave
He threw my shoes up on the roof so I wouldn’t leave him. I’m barefoot, I want to leave. Finally, I had a friend with an escape plan for me.
I’m not allowed to visit my mother or brothers and sisters. He doesn’t want them to know he hit me, as the bruises show
We never made love he always raped me, I was a possession kept on ice, enslaved. I was always told to never think, to be kind and nice. Smile, you’re my slave he would snarl in my ears. You’re not going anywhere
My friends always went shopping, their boyfriends held their hands, while I was humiliated by his angered violent hands, he grabbed me always by the neck. To maneuver me under his grasp.
I would write my dreams down, and my hopes.I hid them in a cabinet. He would find my dream book would beat me, and he’d destroy my book and accused me of trying to leave.
He was never kind gentle or good to me. He hurt me daily through his abusive control, his physical abuse with sexual assualts.
I never wanted to be a prisoner of this abusive man whose ego was filled with evil He was never a good man
He was nice to people’s faces but in truth, He was never nice to anyone, never real, he was fake.
Once I leave, I will never return, but I will tell everyone what he did. I won’t be silent of this evil.
I’m finished being damaged and abused and hid. I’m not going to be sold off to the highest bid, I don’t want to be trafficked. I want to live…. Unfortunately….
This is the beginning of the international trafficking network.
This is… The Forced Red Dress
“It’s a darkness that encircles the entire globe. But the forced red dress is not my own” ~TrulyAbigail ©
The Forced Red Dress2~MissTrulyAbigail © 