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Sharona Reeves 1981 (Florida)
What more is there to say?
It was never just me, anyway.
It’s all statistically mapped—
I was simply one of three.
I long for the day
When the memories finally fade.
But until then,
What else is there to say?
I’ve given enough energy,
Endured enough sorrow.
No words can express,
Daily stress repressed,
Burying burdens that follow.
And I’m not alone.
There are others, too.
We’ve all endured the abuse
Of what should be called malignancy.
But instead, we’re condemned—
Labeled a “social travesty.”
Still, I stand here,
In the silence that remains,
Wishing for peace
Beyond all the pain.
Though broken, we rise—
Not just survivors,
But living proof
That even in the darkest corners,
A heart can find its truth.
So, what more is there to say?
Maybe this:
We are more than the burdens we carry,
More than the labels that bury
Our stories.
About this poem
Trauma happens to the best of us and injustice is never lacking. (Revised 10/18/2024)
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