Violated

 Once again, you don’t tell me. 

Hurt, pain, is it remembrance or

Trauma coming to light again. 

Rising in suffocating humiliation. 

All you had to do was tell me. 

Tell me it hurts, how you take

The sample, but your privilege

Kept it a secret, and now I’m hurt. 

I’ve been here before, claim it. 

Name it out loud, and it’s power 

Once again is gone, it’s a process. 

So, be kind, share what you do. 

Give me warning and I don’t have

To feel this way once again. 

Because you took, not gave.