Her reality, very far from what she ever hoped for herself, a life laid bare. She makes the scars disappear, a quick touch up here and there. The makeup became her new face, the real hidden truth laid dormant. That’s someone’s story, maybe that someone is you or someone you know. Someone sitting next to you. It’s very real, the life of a survivor, she, he they are survivors. 

Let me paint you a picture, 

I remember the grip of the neck, his fingers digging deeper, he crushes me into the wall. Feet can’t touch the ground, held in tlhe air with nothing but despair. He says no to letting go… oh my… the shock sets in and I fall to the ground. Wall cracked with dents . No words, I’m shaking, mouth open looking  around. The thoughts start running, did this just happen to me… again? Another violent man trying to exercise their overwhelming strength. Damn, that’s Ashame. Now I’m here, standing on top. 5 years later, I’m claiming the Crown. I am a survivor, we are survivors, you are a survivor. Making my mark on this earth, my words are fluorescent they light up the room, every step I take is an elevation to my creation. No amount of trauma will be carried into my future. I left that garbage with that eediat. 

This testimony is to show my glory.

Rikkisha