Me, Too

I know the fear of "friendly" hands,

Their trespass on the boundaries of my

body

—

I know the silent tears of shame,

Trying to hide from guilt which isn't mine to

bear

—

I know the rage - like acid etched

Onto my soul - leaving jagged scars in its

wake

—

I know the grief of being robbed,

The anguished loss of that which cannot be

replaced

—

But...

—

I know the still, small voice of hope;

It echoes as I add my own and say,

—

"Me, too."