A three-part poem about sexual assault.
When I think of my life, it splits into two sections divided by a thick line, a line made up of the hands of men who turned my life and me inside out: the before and after I was sexually assaulted.
A poem about sexual assault, by a former best friend.
When trauma is shared so widely on social media, it's okay to switch off your phone and look after yourself.
I know that the Weinstein’s and the C.K’s, and the Ansari’s are slipping out of popular discourse. But friends, partners, family members and strangers stay abusing.
A poem about sexual assault.
I would not care if we purged every single institution of every single predator, regardless of how many ‘brilliant academics’ we would lose
Trauma travels and it permeates
In the wake of Aziz Ansari, we need to unpack the different ways sexual assault can look.