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Would You : Lips & Poetry

March 17, 2026 by
Would You : Lips & Poetry
Lips and Language
Content Note

This recording addresses experiences of sexual violence and may be triggering for some viewers. Please engage at your own pace and with care.

What would they say

What would they say if I say that he raped me on a Tuesday
Nothing but a whore
Why was he at your house?
my house is not my home
My home is not safe
Safe is a place full of love and embrace
Embrace what I long for because I just been raped
But for fear of ridicule
My mouth remained taped up and silent
Silently my tears fell
Thinking back to every time I'd been raped
The four times that is
Tormented teenage years
Searching for love, but only finding sex the love I had had me wishing for death
Injecting and subjecting my body to sex
sex is never just about sex
every man I’ve laid with left something behind
something that I’ve been left to deal with
luckily for me a couple times it’s been temporary
temporary devotions causing long lasting emotions
suffering in silence
silently suffering
Wondering why I never said a thing
Do you hear the sad melody my heart sings
Ring a ling a ling
I'm dealing wid a mash-up ting
A mash-up ting
called life
Do you think I'll ever be good enough to be called someone's wife
I've been interrogated and slapped
Slapped with the hurtful words that humans use
Use me and abuse me
They say I'm a slut and a whore
Fat bitch a disgrace
Disgraced this family
When all those men had a taste
Taste good don't it
Look at the way I was dressed
How could I not expect men not to look at my big old chest
I was blessed with this body
Wait, Maybe it's a curse
Every part of my body evenly dispersed
Awakens men's thoughts, the young and the old
The first time I was raped I was only
14 years young
Young child with a pretty face
Heart so cold it could freeze this place
Don't judge me
Don't judge me
Just love me
That's it
Sometimes I wish I could just spit
on all a dem who hurt me
lacking the ability to continuously pick up the broken pieces
Depression swirled engulfing me closing the door to any chance of self-forgiveness
Words beat me harder than bricks
Still it was easier to forgive them
Him
Than myself
How could I allow it all to happen?
Play or be play(ed)
Words I used to live by
Today I have chosen to rise above and set an example and make my son proud
I’m letting go of past messes life’s stresses
I’m obviously still here for a reason
So why fight it?
I'm a survivor not a damn victim
Victim defines a person who suffers from an event
raped by a group, an acquaintance, a friend and a past lover betrayed by their touch
Don't touch me
God freed me from their foreign touches, that left me clutching my favorite drug was isolation I was
suffering from an overdose on sin
Please I needed an intervention to my soul To win
I am no longer bound
Can no longer drown
In this unfair game called life
So What would you say I f I say that they raped me on a Friday?

Would you stay silent? Or learn ways to fight against the violence.

 Reflection and Context

This piece was written from a place where silence felt heavier than the truth. From the place of carrying what happened in my body, in my memory, and in my spirit, while learning how to name it without shrinking. It speaks to the confusion of looking for safety where it didn’t exist, and to the quiet shame that can grow when pain is misunderstood, questioned, or minimized.

This poem also marks the shift from seeing myself only through what was done to me, to understanding that survival itself is a form of strength. It holds the tension between grief and resilience, between the weight of what was taken and the choice to keep living, loving, and becoming. At its heart, it is about finding my voice again, trusting it, and allowing healing to be something I am worthy of — even after everything.

Reflection Prompt

What does it mean for you to be believed, protected, and held with compassion?

Where in your life are you being invited to replace silence with truth, and shame with gentleness toward yourself?

Original Performance 


This piece was originally performed as part of the Lips & Poetry series, where spoken word meets lived experience. Watch the original recording below to hear the rhythm, breath, and emotion that first carried these words.

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