A poem to commemorate Consent Week 2020.

content warning: rape, sexual assault

To every person who shouldn’t have had that happen to them. May you find peace.

you cannot place your hands on this cherished ground,

nor come to the altar and ask for forgiveness,

there is no holy water for you here to drink,

to wash down a body that was not handed to you from grace.

this is my sanctuary,

the seas I parted for myself,

not your resting place.

the graves have been robbed,

my ashes scattered far from sight,

hands clutching and grabbing,

lips, chest, hips and face.

so walk away now devilish imposter,

do not place me amongst the statistics,

lift your hands from my thighs,

stem the tears in my eyes,

for this is not yours,

this body is my safe space.

Imy Brighty-Potts

For advice about rape or sexual assault, or if you are in crisis, please use these resources or seek help:

• 24-hour National Domestic Violence Helpline on 0808 2000 247
• The Rape Crisis national freephone helpline on 0808 802 9999 (12-2.30pm and 7-9.30pm every day of the year)

Categories: Poetry