Years After
By Emma Boittiaux
*Trigger warning: Please note this material may be triggering for sexual assault survivors
Sex,
I want to say this word
Fully, lightly
I want my orgasms to be free
From any violence and heavy thoughts
I want them to be only mine
Beautifully mine
You took this reality away from me
That night, in between your walls
Your naked body over mine
This dream died.
That night I did not wanted to give you
Everything that you wanted
So you took it
You grabbed every inch of my intimacy
Everything that was mine.
You were not even afraid a second
Of the crime you were committing
Worst than that you named it
You sentenced me
“ Now I’m gonna rape you”
Even with you saying it loudly
It took me a year
A year to name
What you did to me that night.
Few hours of hate and violence
For maybe a lifetime of recovery.
When I finally named it
I named myself a rape victim
With all the shame that came with it.
At night I wonder,
Are you ashamed ?
Is it eating you like it’s eating my soul ?
Years after,
After hours of thinking,
Educating myself on this word
I was ready.
Not be over it
Oh no I will probably never be.
Although I was ready to name myself
; A rape survivor.
I do not want to be your victim anymore
I am the one that survived you.
I am not afraid and ashamed anymore
I can say loudly
He raped me.
I am not defining myself with this word
But I am naming a crime
Thing that we don’t do enough.
I will not silence myself anymore on your actions
Too many woman have
Didn’t felt like they had a choice
Or it was just too hard for them.
Through me saying it
Discussions, confessions were born.
Painful ones,
From my loved ones
Of their stories,
Where a man forced himself on them.
Every story broke me a bit more
But every one made me speak out more.
For all the rape survivors
I will keep telling this story
I will not be afraid of those words.
Coming forward is not always an option
The justice system is not made for us
It can be way too painful.
So I am getting justice my way I am writing it.
Emma is a French multidisciplinary artist, now based in London since studying at Central Saint Martins.
From her 3D work to her photography it has always been centered on people, their body and their skins.
About two years ago, writing also took an important place in her practice by bringing those portraits and bodies to life through poetry adding another intimate dimension to the photographs. The skin starts telling a story that her words continue. She also uses poetry to tell her story as a woman who has been through abuse and living with endometriosis, hoping to make other women feel less alone.
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