I Remember

Dena Daigle on Phoenix Ascended

Phoenix Ascended

Wide-eyes in amber hues brimming with salty tears
Four years old in red ruffles and day of the week panties
Mama’s precious baby girl
Trembling, frozen with fear, cold and confused
Silenced, but I remember

Truth or dare on the trampoline
Triple dog five second French kiss or eat worms
Mama’s little daredevil
and innocent boys following the footsteps of their forefathers
Busted, I remember

Open window and moonlit shadows dancing on the wall
Thirteen and rebellious; Mama’s little wild child
“Everyone else is doing it. Don’t you love me?”
Pressured, I remember

Head down, tears flowing, pushing past the picket line
Fifteen and pregnant, Mama’s dirty whore
Cold steel forced inside me, life ripped from my womb
“MURDERER!” I remember

Strobe lights and rap music, twerking teenage dreams
Sixteen with nothing to lose, Mama’s party girl
Beer run – two guys in a Chevy truck looking for some fun

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What It Means to Be A ‘Warrior Voice Of Survival’- Candice Louisa Daquin

Introducing Sisters of Indigo Light

Welcome to Sisters of Indigo Light, dedicated to the healing and empowerment of sexual harassment and sexual abuse survivors through creative expression and community. Sisters of Indigo Light grew organically from the movement to publish 'We Will Not Be Silenced.' We believe there needs to be a permanent home for creativity born from our survival …

Update on ‘We Will Not Be Silenced’

Kindra M. Austin, Candice Louisa Daquin, Rachel Finch, and Christine E. Ray wish to express their gratitude to the 109 courageous writers and artists who submitted 214 pieces of original writing and artwork for consideration for the anthology 'We Will Not Be Silenced.' Your stunning creativity, raw authenticity, and enthusiasm for the project has been …

Testify! – A Collaboration

Elephants in the arena, drowning out the stories as we all hear them, stomping on the flowerbed scenery they've built around your garden of rot, and without a second thought, sold the world a wilting centerpiece (Nicholas Gagnier) I And His Daughter Prayed for Her She didn’t really know why She prayed she’d not meet …

What It Means to Be A ‘Warrior Voice Of Survival’- John W, Leys

What It Means to Be A Warrior Voice Of Survival’- 1Wise-Woman

His Name is David

Damn.
Meet the Feminist Confessional

Feminist Confessional

My rapist’s name is David
Not the one who fought Goliath
My rapist has no courage

Not the everyday Davids
The ones that you might know
I’m sorry he has the same name

I’m sorry if your David is nice
Not all Davids are rapists
But mine was, yes

The David who raped me
Is not my cousin
Who is always friendly
With crinkly eyes
His name is David too

Nor my uncle
Who tells the best stories
And has lived an interesting life

And certainly not my Dad’s best friend
Who I’ve known since birth
He is a sweet and gentle man

There are so many Davids
And only one of them raped me

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What It Means to Be A Warrior Voice Of Survival’- Nathan McCool

WHY ‘WE WILL NOT BE SILENCED’- Christine E. Ray

I am a writer, an editor, and publisher with a background in clinical social work and neurodegenerative research.  I am a mother, a wife, pansexual, dyslexic, living with Bipolar II, and fibromyalgia.  I am an artist, an avid reader, and lifelong advocate for social justice. I am also a sexual abuse survivor. Like many sexual …