I said no and you said yes
The first time was before I can remember
adults do not have dominion over children’s souls
but that’s what happens when you touch a child and cause her to be unwhole
the second time was in nursery school so I suppose your foray of my body had begun
as I emulated what was done
in the back of a toy caravan with my pretend boyfriend and he liked it a lot
made me feel dirty though, I did not know what that meant at the time
seeded a doubt in the core of my person, like a rod of copper slowly turning green
the third time I lay face down on a dirty carpet and three boys played marbles across my back
they got the idea from a porno mag their father hadn’t hidden very well
and their kid sister watched from the doorway, and I told her with my eyes, go to your room or you will be next
I said no and you said yes
it became as normal as something bad can be, I wanted to see her, so I had to cross the gauntlet and you were the gatekeeper
nobody believes you when it is easier to disbelieve and go on thinking respectable people don’t lie
you taught me to hate games shows as they were our background noise
and grandma would come in laughing and I’d see the guilt in her eyes
sacrifice the daughter, sacrifice the child, sweep the dirt underneath the bruises of generations
at nine I fell in love for the first time with a boy who wiggled above me but he of all, respected my desire to be unmolested and we hung upside down from the monkey puzzle tree holding hands
I said no and you said yes
James Brown was your name like the singer, and you didn’t take no for an answer
you climbed my bunk bed and pulled down your pants and if the door bell hadn’t rung you would have got your way
I wonder who came after me and if they were saved by the bell?
I said no and you said yes
yes yes yes you know you want this
no no no I really don’t
but you asked for it, you tempted me, you flirted, you caused me to have a hard-on, this is YOUR FAULT
I kissed a boy in the garages outside school and it felt dirty and wrong because it reminded me of what others had done
before I made decisions of my own
I said no and you said yes
I felt guilty about touching myself because of the Jahovah witnesses and the Mormons and the teacher who stapled my confession together and said we won’t talk of it
when I tried to tell her, this is what happened to me
and you didn’t feel guilty about playing yatzee and karatee on your father’s bed with the nylon sheets and the little bobbles they made when you made a tent and put your fingers in
and you didn’t feel badly when you lied and said you would only touch and instead you went too far and before I knew you were pinning me against a table
I said no and you said yes
children who are violated don’t always know what’s best for them
they are broken and they are scattered and they are stomped on and they hate how they look when the light is on
but they want to fit in and they want to be normal and sometimes in trying they get it all wrong
the neighbor told my parents; your little girl is using bad words and teaching my boys how to curse
and I said fucking hell what does it matter?
but it did, it mattered a lot, to stay in the confine of childhood and not grow up
because growing up meant it was real and you had to deal with it and whilst you were a child
nobody believed it could happen anyway so you could pretend it did not
I said no and you said yes
yes yes yes I know you want to
no no no I really don’t
and my second boyfriend said he wouldn’t go too far
but he did and he did and he did
and I ran through the streets holding myself up and I shouted to the trees that had fallen because of the high wind
why do people pretend? because I didn’t understand and it was a language impenetrable
but I was not … impenetrable
I was just a place of conquer
I wanted to find a lock and keep myself closed
but they kept battering down the door one after the other
because patterns are sometimes all we have to show
for the cycle of abuse
I said no and you said yes
the last time was in a public street
dragged off and soon the roads diminished and the woods were thick
he moved like a silver fish cutting his way into my secrets
I lay staring at the knife
he told me, I won’t cut you if you are nice
I was very, very nice
no no no
yes yes yes
the policeman said; I have to ask, it’s my job, did you want to have sex with this homeless man?
and I pulled up my torn skirt and my ripped hose and my shredded blouse and my dismembered bra and my bloody underwear and I said
if you can even ask that question
you will not recognize justice if it comes
no no no
I said no and you said yes
the last time and the first time and all the rest
when children become girls, become women, become less
than the worth that is owed them
yes yes yes !
Deep writing!
🙂 Thank you!
What’s all the more disheartening is that there are hundreds, thousands of these instances in varying degrees and almost little to nothing gets done.
The strength of this, the raw pain, etc… speaks on its own.
EXACTLY right. You said it. *nods* (hugs)
I hate that any of it has to be said. Your writing of it, your pursuit regarding awareness is unwavering. Opening the eyes of others, you do this effortlessly.
This is heartbreaking. ☹️ And a sad reality for too many young girls and women.
I agree that it shouldn’t have to be said, wouldn’t it be great if a world existed where no person was disrespected like this? But as it is almost the polar opposite and there are still decriers. What outrages me is how many say things like ‘get over it’ – and this often from other women. Idiocy. We shouldn’t perpetuate this acceptance we should be the voice against it. Thank you for appreciating my efforts 🙂 xo
Agreed…
And, you’re welcome.
I agree. Hateful words beautifully woven to enlighten. Stunning poem though made me feel sick too ..
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Stunning writing. Horrendous subject and so brave for you to tackle it this way. I felt it. I recognised so much from it. Sadly.
Lovely lovely writing style 🌸💫
Just read your poem. OMG. You’re so brilliant.
Ahh, the prose-poem. Thank you. ❤ Thank you, dearly.
Candice, we all love you not only because you let us feel your emotions, but because every word coming from you conjures so many things. You are forever an inspiration for me and many more writers. Please never forget that you matter, not only to me, but to the world.
And how damned are we who continue to look away because looking where we are going is “too hard” however you wield your words, Warrioress, it is with skill, and grace and determination to bring the light in…even when the windows have been taped shut.
I love you. ❤
Such a powerful poem. Thank you for your words.
Love you candy girl
And no matter how many religious judge or say hurtful things, just know God does not judge like a human, he loves and understands.
You are incredibly strong sister
Soft hugs candy girl
Just trying to highlight the need to change things so that girls growing up can be free 💓
Superb
Sorry I didn’t come read more often. Life has been… I’m not sure how best to describe it. Crap comes to mind. Hectic does too. I guess somewhere in between?
Thank you for your words. Thank you for your strength, for managing to express this horror so beautifully.
XO
A harrowing read. This must have taken real courage to write.
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The story of too many, powerfully expressed.
I liked this, even though i don’t like the actual theme as nobody shoukd have to go through that lack of consent and ferling of powerlessness. You had some very powerful words. Thank you for sharing
👏🏻👏🏻 amazing as always ❤️
Thank you so very much 💓
So painful to read, but it needed to be written. “Me too.” And women are taught to blame themselves, in this twisted reality…
This should be required reading for anyone working in the field
Shame … not on the woman, nor the little girl, but the whole world, that whispers yet looks the other way. Is love enough heal this wound? 💕
This evokes both sadness & anger in me. We as a society too often turn a blind eye to the violation of our fellow humans. While others relish in committing them.
Exactly right 💓
Thank you very much 💓
Absolutely
Totally agree
Exactly!
Love you sister
Thank you so much dear Chris
You never need apologise my lovely friend. I am sorry it’s been crap I really really hope it gets better 💓💓💓
Thank you so much for reading this
Thanks so very much 💓 I’m so lucky to know you E
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So do I 😉
I’m glad every time I come read you, it helps me sort many things 🙂
Thank you again!
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Love you too, C. Always.
Harrowing.
The evil …
and the damage done.
This is brave writing.
Thank goodness wonderful, amazing women like you are finally having the courage to stand up now and say the words out loud about abuse and force. Unfortunately, children rarely can or are noticed. You are a champion and thank you for this love.