This poem was submitted to the campaign by a victim of assault anonymously.
“What he did to you
Does not define you,”
People say. No, that’s true,
I have been undefined.
Clumsily hacking.
You cut along my dotted line,
Like I were a paper doll.
You tore me to pieces.
Paper thin, maybe,
But not delicate.
Rent apart, for now,
But not beyond repair.
I am re-assembling,
Re-defining, re-aligning.
Sticking the pieces,
Back together.
But some of the pieces,
Are stuck in the wrong places.
Other pieces are missing,
Gone forever.