(This poem is reflects my fears about sharing about my history of sex abuse and trafficking.)
If you knew me
Would you point your finger at me
Turn your back against me
Tighten your lips
Into an angry line
If you heard my story
Would your thoughts turn
Like sudden storm clouds
If you sat next to me
Would your back stiffen
Would your hands clench
Would you turn your body away
From my presence
If you knew me—
Really knew me
Would I be alone
recovering motherhood 