Seema, 19, shares a poem that speaks volumes about her courage and will to overcome the trauma of abuse!
The hands that I thought would keep me safe
Turned out to put me in shame.
Each time I looked up saying bhai (brother)
You took me back into that time.
That closet started to become a safe place.
Mom would have never digested the fate.
You left me shattered with bruises and scars.
For you it just wasn’t enough.
Now I’m 19, then I was 10…
It took time to realize it wasn’t just a game.
I’m not smiling
But screaming inside.
Wiping the floor
That was me
But now I’m all right.
The chains that once held me are broken by me.
As for society, what could they say?
I ain’t your possession. I ain’t your thing.
I am the person who I am called to be.
Showing grace, showing love
I choose to look up
And do what I love.
Not because I am weak
But flawless and unique
And given an identity.
And I choose to look up.