Here's an extract from a poem of mine that was published in a 2013 edition of Urban Confustions, a journal of creative expression from women worldwide.
When I remember them
I just cry
Or inside of me
Sometimes I heave,
And at others, I sigh
Hey this is about them
The girl, lady, boy, gent or transperson
Who are preyed upon by the beastly
How do they endure something so ghastly
Alas! Some do not live to recall their horror
But do we listen to those who do?
Speak out and stand up for them
Hold them tight, dry their tears
Lessen their pain and their fears?
They are everywhere
These honourable survivors
Braving their scars
If we don't reach out
We are as inhuman
As those who hurt them!