Ink Stained Soul…

Do you know what it’s like to have a fist punched next to your head? To have a gun pointed at your pregnant stomach? To have someone sneak into your room at night when you’re just a child? To have your drink drugged? To have multiple men use your body? To talk back and fight so much that they resort to using objects on you? To be unable to walk for weeks with someone holding you up? To have body image issues because you’re terrified of being seen as sexy, so it doesn’t happen again, or letting weight gain bring more shame on how you see yourself? To never truly trust people because men do this and women cover for them? To have your womb so damaged that you’ve lost over 20 babies in a lifetime? To have men pursue you just to use and dispose of you after? My path has been dark, filled with torture, and has left me fragmented. Here I stand, with my scars on display, bare to the world. And still, I am light, love, and magic. Your soul may get weary, but they can’t take away who you are.