The Yellow Dress

 

The Yellow Dress (Sexual Assault/Rape)

 

I remember wearing a yellow dress,

And like a butterfly being caught.

I concluded to flutter,

my wings were tied in a knot.

 

I remember thinking,

Where am I in this moment?

What am I now?

I can’t feel anything.

I can’t see somehow.

 

Where I was taught,

to raise a voice,

As a girl,

I couldn’t even force a noise.

 

Everyone is making a big deal,

I lied that I’m fine,

I’m having nightmares and flashbacks

 all the time.

 

I tried not to feel,

Tried to make my trauma heal,

But I couldn’t stop the screams

I was only 15!

 

I was robbed of my fragility

for his selfish desires,

I was weakened,

to extinguish his fire.

 

Ravishment led to embarrassment,

Which I could never deny.

With the broken wings he left me with,

I never learnt to fly.

 

I was never the same after it,

I never returned as such,

That yellow dress in my cupboard,

Was since never touched.