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Why “We Will Not Be Silenced: The Lived Experience of Sexual Harassment and Sexual Assault Told Powerfully Through Poetry, Prose, Essay, and Art” Is Important to Me

We Will Not Be Silenced Book Cover

So, I know this will come as a surprise to many of you. If you follow me on social media at all, you might already know what I’m about to say. I recently submitted a poem I’d written for the opportunity to possibly be included in an anthology that talks about sexual harassment and sexual assault. At the time, I was feeling extremely passionate about those subject matters and an idea for a poem came to me. So I wrote down the words that were flowing through my thoughts and on a whim, submitted my poem to Indie Blu(e) Publishing.

Before this poem, I’ve never ever submitted any writing of mine for publication so I didn’t know what was going to happen. So when I received an email back saying that my poem was going to be accepted to be included in the anthology, I was completely surprised. I didn’t expect this poem I’d written on a whim to be accepted, but I was also happy too for a many number of reasons.

There are many reasons why the subject matter of sexual harassment and sexual assault are important to me. The best way I can describe it is this: I’ve had quite a few experiences of my own where I found myself feeling uncomfortable around someone of the opposite sex. Whenever I was in elementary school, I was bullied a lot by boys my age. When these boys bullied me, a lot of what they did was physical, such as pulling my hair.

Then when I was in middle school (6th grade to be exact) I dealt with having two different boys harassing me. One of the boys told me he wanted to kiss me and that he knew I liked him even though I never once expressed any interest in him.  The other boy would pucker his lips and make kissing noises at me during class. It was to the point where I found myself covering my face with my jacket or putting my head on the table so I could ignore him because he never stopped doing it even after I confronted him about it.

I’ve also had some pretty personal experiences with emotional and verbal abuse throughout my middle school and high school years. Whenever I was in 8th grade, my mother married a man we all thought would be a wonderful addition to our family. Instead, he was emotionally and verbally abusive towards the three of us along with being an alcoholic. The marriage was so bad that the summer before my senior year of high school, my mother decided she had enough and we spent several days packing our things so that we could leave. During that time, my older sister and I stayed the night at various friend’s homes so that we weren’t anywhere near our ex step-father and had friends help us pack until we collected all of our belongings. Those years were some of the roughest years of my life, but despite those terrible times, I’m extremely thankful for them. Because I wouldn’t be the person I am today if I hadn’t had those experiences in my life.

So for me personally, I believe the “We Will Not Be Silenced” anthology is really important. I believe it’s a really great way for those who have their own personal stories about being sexually harassed and assaulted to come forward creatively. Or anyone that has any other types of stories to open up and share their experiences. And I’m extremely thankful and honored that my poem is within it’s pages.

We Will Not Be Silenced My Poem
The poem I submitted into the “We Will Not Be Silenced” anthology. It’s called “If ‘Boys Will Be Boys,’ Then Girls Are Allowed to be Angry.” There’s more of it on the next page, but I figured I wouldn’t share my whole poem on here.
We Will Not Be Silenced Back Cover
You can even see my name on the back cover, near the bottom.
We Will Not Be Silenced Me Photo 1
Me with “We Will Not Be Silenced” in my hands and our one cat on my lap.

If you’re interested in getting yourself a copy of the anthology, you can order a paperback copy on Amazon here and get it for your Kindle here. You can also send an email to indiebluecollective@gmail.com if you’d like to be placed on the wish list for a copy of the anthology. I would also like to add that seventy percent of the royalties raised above the publishing and promotion costs will be donated to organizations that provide services to sexual harassment and sexual assault survivors, which is another reason why I’m so happy to be a part of this.

I still can’t believe that a poem I’ve written has been published. But I can’t be any happier about it because I’m expressing myself and letting my voice be heard. Please if you can, get yourself a copy of “We Will Not Be Silenced” because there are a lot of powerful voices expressing their truths. From what I’ve read of it so far myself, these stories are pretty amazing. Just know too that if you have your own personal story, don’t hesitate to reach out and talk to me. You aren’t alone and I believe you.

Confessions of A Writer #7: I Love Writing Poetry Too

Robert Frost Poem Image

As someone who deeply loves the written word, one of my favorite ways of expressing emotion is through poetry. So it should come as no surprise that I love writing poetry too.

Poetry is a form of many expressions, from anger to happiness. All it takes is only a few lines for poetry to move me.

I especially love reading poems out loud. I feel whenever I read a poem out loud, I can better hear the flowing rhythms of each line and how they connect to each other.

I love both reading and writing poetry because I feel like it’s a simple way of getting my feelings across. While my emotions in poetry don’t always get expressed the way I want them to, I still find it to be a nice way to write your feelings down.

Since I love poetry so much, I have a couple poems I’ve written and posted here on my blog. My favorite ones include “I Walk Alone,” “Cheating” and “Guarded,” “Victory,” “Welcome Home,” and “Forgiveness.”  I feel like each of these poems I wrote came straight from the heart and are full of the exact emotions I wanted to express.

What about you? Do you love poetry too? If so, are there any poems you’ve written that you’d really like to share? Or are there any poems written by someone else that you wouldn’t mind sharing too?

Book Review: Girls Like Me

Girls Like Me Book Cover

Rating: 3 stars

Fifteen-year-old Shay Summers is trying to cope with the death of her father, being overweight, and threats from a girl bully in school.  When she falls in love with Blake, a mysterious boy online, insecure Shay doesn’t want to tell him who she is.   But with the help of her two best friends, as well as an assist by Kermit and Miss Piggy, ultimately Shay and Blake’s love prevails. 
     

Girls Like Me is a fun and fresh poetic take on teen angst, social media and online anonymity, and high school romance.

This book was such a delight for me to read. It was quirky, had a diverse set of characters and the writing style was different from any of the young adult literature I’ve been reading recently. I enjoyed it a whole lot more than I thought I would and was sad when it ended. However, there were some things in the book that were a complete cliché that made the book a little less enjoyable for me to read.

For those who haven’t read this book before, Girls Like Me tells the story of Shay Summers, a teenager who struggles with her weight and trying to fit in at school. After the death of her father, Shay is stuck living with her stepmother Kara and tries to cope with her life by eating. She also makes two good friends who don’t fit in at school just like her. Then one day while online, she chats with a mysterious boy who gives her butterflies and knows how to make her laugh. What she doesn’t know is that this boy is actually the guy she’s had a crush on at school. He wants to meet her, but she’s so insecure about herself that she keeps pushing him away. Their relationship gets put to the test, but will their love prevail? Or are they not meant to be?

What drew me into reading this book was the cover and title. The cover is beautifully illustrated, making the reader want to pick up the book and read it. The title caught my eye too because it made me think this book would be relatable to me and that I’d understand the characters within its pages. While I don’t at all understand what it’s like being considered overweight, I feel like I can relate to Shay’s character anyway. I can relate to her because I love food too and I was bullied in school quite a bit myself, which made me lack a lot of self-confidence.

I also enjoyed reading Girls Like Me because of the writing style. It was written in free verse, which reminded me a lot of author Ellen Hopkins’s books, but also stood out from her work because of the use of social media in the story. It was unique storytelling to me because I haven’t seen too many other books written like this. I also enjoyed this writing style because it made this book an easy read for me.

Girls Like Me Text Image
An example of the text from the book. Can be found on page 4.

Another reason I enjoyed reading this book is because of the diverse cast of characters. There’s not only Shay, who is considered overweight, but her two best friends Dash and Boots are also unique characters too. Dash is her male best friend who struggles with being gay because of his upbringing in a Christian household. He especially has a really rocky relationship with his father because of his sexuality so he tries to change himself in order to please his dad. Boots on the other hand has cancer and is trying the best she can to live each day like it’s her last. But she’s dying and wants really badly to have sex since she knows she doesn’t have too much time left to live. She tries the best she can not to worry Shay and Dash with her sickness by trying to hide how unwell she’s doing, but they both know something is wrong.

And of course there’s Shay who struggles to cope with the loss of her father and eats because it helps her deal with the pain. She’s bullied in school relentlessly because of her weight by a girl named Kelly who enjoys nothing more than seeing Shay miserable. Her relationship with her stepmother Kara isn’t too great because Shay feels like she’s body shaming her. It isn’t until later on in the story that you find out that Kara understands exactly what Shay is going through. I like that this story has all of these characters with different problems and you get to see how they are handled. I also like that this book has a character with body issues because I haven’t read too many books that center around a character like Shay.

However, I do have some criticisms with Girls Like Me. While I overall enjoyed the writing style Lola StVil used, there were times where I found being able to understand it a little confusing. This confusing typically occurred whenever StVil had the story being told from the perspective of Dash and Boots. I was usually confused when this happened because their text didn’t at all have a different style from Shay’s. The only reason I was even able to tell the difference between the three was because of the change in font. Otherwise, I would’ve thought the text was just Shay talking about Dash and Boots’ personal lives.

Another criticism I have for this book is that while the set of characters are diverse, they are pretty cliché too. All of the characters that are really close friends are all of the social outcasts at the school, and they just happen to become good friends because of their differences.

Then, there’s the relationship between Shay and Blake, two people on opposite sides of the social pool. Blake is the typical popular kid who doesn’t notice how popular he is because he only pays attention to Shay. To the point that he doesn’t at all understand why Shay is hesitant about their relationship being out in the open. He’s so clueless, especially close to the end when Shay finds out about the website students at the school made about her and she asks him if he knew about it. He doesn’t at all understand why it’s such a big deal to her, which bothers me since they are supposed to be a couple and he doesn’t at all see why her weight is an issue to her. Their whole relationship was just a big cliché to me and I didn’t really like it because it was too much insta-love.

I also wasn’t a big fan of the ending of Girls Like Me. I thought there’d be a big reveal where we found out why Kelly doesn’t like Shay. Instead, we get no sort of reason other than she just doesn’t want her to be happy, which isn’t really much of a reason at all. If anything, it just shows that Kelly isn’t a great person and she’s just a character in the story put in to cause Shay conflict. I also thought it was a little cheesy because even though I like the Muppets, I just thought the whole thing was a little corny. But at the same time, I also liked the ending because we finally see Shay stand up for herself and call Kelly out on her bullying. We also see her act confident in herself for once, which was something we didn’t see a whole lot of throughout the book. And I feel like Blake finally gets to see the real Shay and understand why she’s the person she is in the story.

Overall, Girls Like Me is such a fun, quirky read. It has a style unlike any other book I’ve read with a set of diverse, relatable characters and was such a delight to read. I definitely recommend this book to people with body issues and people who want to read a book with free verse poetry.

Forgiveness (Poem) 

When I think of forgiveness,

The saying, “forgive, but never forget”

Comes to mind.

 

But for me,

It’s easier said than done.

 

When people hurt you,

It’s hard to let go,

And begin anew.

 

But sometimes,

That’s all you need to do.

Welcome Home (Poem) 

He seeks warmth and comfort,

In a loving home.

 

He waits outside,

Hoping one day to be welcomed in with a loving embrace.

 

He sits patiently,

Day and night,

For some solace from the rain.

 

He’s silent and affectionate,

Yet loved by the humans who feed him.

 

But they’ve yet,

To let him come in.

 

Two cats watch him by the back door,

Silently questioning his motives.

 

But yet,

They too want to welcome him in.

 

He’s family,

That looks so much like them.

 

They know,

They can see it in his eyes.

 

And in the way he tilts his head,

When the humans come by to pet him.

 

They hear it in his meow,

When they hear him calling for them.

 

The two cats,

Are just as curious about him,

As he is about them.

 

Yet they say nothing,

Knowing the humans make the final decision.

 

But they know,

One day, he’ll be brought in.

 

And they’ll be there,

To welcome him home.

The Realization That It’s Over (Poem)

Sailing-ship In Time Of Storm

It hits you like a tidal wave,

As if one of your blood vessels is about to pop open.

 

You find yourself drowning in your own pain,

Not exactly sure what to do.

 

You hold on to the sinking ship that is your heart,

But simultaneously realize the storm has yet to pass.

 

You take a few breathes,

And get ready for what is to come.

 

You know it’s over.

You know the battle you’ve fought so hard for has finally come to a sinking end.

 

Your heart skips a beat,

But only for a single moment.

 

As you quickly realize you haven’t drowned,

You find your spirit soaring in celebration.

 

The pain hurts,

But you know you’ve faced much tougher circumstances than the ones now placed before you.

 

And each time,

You’ve come out on top.

 

This time won’t be any different,

You’re sure of that.

 

So you get up to assess the chaos all around you,

And begin to fix the broken damage placed within the center of your wrecked ship.

 

And realize that while the battle may be over,

You’ve still come out on top once more.

 

Victory (Poem)

Victory Pose

As I watched my heart get destroyed,

I’m still here standing.

 

Victory is mine.

 

Because while you’ve broken my heart,

You can’t take away my pride.

 

I used to feel so sad,

Of the way I felt about you,

But not anymore.

 

Not anymore.

No way, no how.

 

Because I’m not letting you,

Keep me broken anymore.

 

I’m going to stand up,

And cry no more.

 

What tears I have left,

Hold no power over me.

 

Because I’ve learned to let go,

I’ve given up on you.

 

I’ve given up,

On what we used to be.

 

We used to have so much,

But all of that is gone,

Because my heart doesn’t want to be broken anymore.

 

So watch my back now,

That’s the last thing you’ll see of me.

 

I’m done with this game,

And these lies.

 

So ready to love someone,

Who’ll treat me better than you.

 

Victory is mine,

Because I won’t let you keep me broken anymore.

Flash Fiction Challenge: Through a Silent River Poem

Silent Moment Image

For the next flash fiction challenge I’ve decided to complete, I’m doing Chuck Wendig’s Inspiration of the Random Image. In this challenge, you choose a random image from here that inspires you and write about it. My piece for this one I’ve decided to call “Through a Silent River,” and it’s a poem I’ve decided to write about the image I’ve attached to this post.

Through a silent river,

There is one man traveling alone.

 

He has no idea where he is going,

Or no idea where he has been.

He just knows he needs to get to his next destination.

 

It is night time,

The stars are out, burning bright.

 

As he travels along the silent river,

Two birds flock to his bamboo raft.

 

He stares at them,

Then out at the river, marveling in all its beauty.

 

He lights a lantern once he notices the dark,

In the hopes of bringing to light this marvelous beauty around him.

 

But the more he stares out into the night,

The more transfixed he becomes at the sight surrounding him.

 

At the silent river he’s currently traveling,

At the trees whose depths he’s yet to explore,

And at the steep mountains whose hills he’s yet to climb.

 

All three are beautiful things he appreciates

As a curious traveler of the world.

 

And as the night gets darker,

He takes in the beautiful sights around him one last time.

 

At the silent river he’s currently traveling,

At the trees whose depths he’s yet to explore,

And at the steep mountains whose hills he’s yet to climb.

 

Crouches down and goes to sleep,

Basking in the beauty and the wonders he’s yet to explore,

And rests his travel weary eyes until the morning sun wakes him for his next journey.

Two Lovely Poems

Writing Pen

So I wrote both of these poems in the middle of the night. The first one I wrote a month or so ago, the second one almost a week ago. Both of them are personal, about being in love for the first time and how hard loosing that love can be. About trying to let go and hopefully find someone who can make you feel loved the way you deserve. Both of these poems have been edited by me because I knew more words needed to be written down than what I’d had. But both of these poems go out to all of the women and men in the world who’ve had their hearts broken and are yet still committed to giving love a second chance.

Cheating

Another’s hands on my hips,

Their lips sending tingles down my spine.

 

Hands caressing my entire body,

Full of feeling.

 

Touch exchanged,

Past words left unspoken.

 

All past loves completely forgotten.

 

Living today like it’s your last tomorrow.

 

Forgetting the past,

Burying the present,

And living the future.

 

Broken love left behind,

Yet not completely forgotten.

 

Feeling like your cheating,

The sense of guilt overwhelming.

 

You want to cry,

But feel completely dead inside.

 

Feel as if you made a big mistake,

But know you can’t go back.

 

It’s too late.

So much has already changed.

 

But then realized,

This was all meant to be.

 

So you hold comfort in the solace of another’s embrace,

And let go of all you couldn’t change.

 

Guarded

I’m not the same with him

As I was around you.

 

Part of that is a broken heart,

Abused due to you.

 

It’s hard to trust other men

When all they’ve done is cheated and lied.

 

Made promises unkept,

Broken without batting a lash.

 

I don’t regret the way I feel.

What I regret was ever loving you.

 

For all the things you’d said.

For all the things you’d do.

 

I thought you’d felt the same,

But all you had was empty words.

 

Made promises you’d never planned to keep,

Made me feel as if I was everything to you.

 

And then you left,

No real explanation given.

 

Just packed up to go,

Leaving me behind, broken and confused.

 

Now many months have passed,

And I’ve learned my lesson.

 

I’ve let go, become guarded,

All thanks to you.

 

But I don’t know how I feel,

About the person I’ll become.

 

Being guarded around others,

Isn’t necessarily what I’d call fun.

 

It leads people down a dark path,

Down a road they sometimes can’t return from.

 

Believing they are safe from harm,

When in truth it does more harm than good.

 

It closes the door for many opportunities,

Making it hard to ever open again.

 

Trust is rare company,

Something never fully gained or earned.

 

Because of you I’ve become so guarded towards men.

I don’t know who around me I can trust.

 

I made a new friend a couple months ago.

 

He’s nice and honest and everything I thought you were

Until I saw your true reflection a couple months ago.

 

But I’m still as guarded as I was when you broke my heart

And still don’t know how to let it all go.

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