I heard her talking
As one person asked
The almighty question
"Are you married?"
No sarcastic backbeat
No angry glare
Just this voice
Calmly explaining
Making no apology
As more gathered around
No hiding for some
Lower ground
I owned her
The voice
My voice
The voice of a survivor
Calmly
Coolly
Collectively
Without worry of acceptance
Without worry of disdain
I lighted on my past pain
Feeling it slip away
In that very moment
I was abused
I am not an abused soul
I am still whole
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