While I haven’t been able to forgive the person nor fully move on, this poem acts as a goal of mine: feeling prideful and unashamed about what happened.
the day has come I am reborn no more scrubbing exfoliating disinfecting I am brand new the night has fallen a new day has come everything feels different now the eternal night has fallen and a new day has come to shed its light to bring about new possibilities yes, you left stains on my skin but they are no longer yours they are mine and oh how beautifully they shine on this brand new day
First, I read the original poem by Erika Hayasaki, a previous mentor. The impact of her writing swayed and influenced me to create something of my own. As someone who was a victim of sexual assault, I immediately resonated with the subject matter and got to work brainstorming new ideas. I knew I wanted to follow Erika’s formatting and structure in hopes of continuing her piece. While I haven’t been able to forgive the person nor fully move on, this poem acts as a goal of mine: feeling prideful and unashamed about what happened.
Shamu Ward is an aspiring writer and artist from Bronx, New York. She’s currently a senior in high school but is aspiring to become a novelist. In her free time, she writes and draws—when her cat lets her.