If the tables were turned,
I would have been in handcuffs.
My mugshot printed
before the sun went down.
But almost a year later,
I rise from the wreckage,
healing from the violence
that tried to break me,
that tried to end me.
And still, I stand-
a survivor of what was meant
to silence me.
Reclaiming the life
they tried to steal.
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