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COLLEGE FEMINISMS: Silent No More – The Feminist Wire

COLLEGE FEMINISMS: Silent No More

By Katie Wayhart

 

SILENT NO MORE

 

Spent more time with mommy than the other girls at school.

Tall, blonde, “mature for her age” little girl.

Older cousin says, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

A seemingly innocent “game” turns into something more.

 

Years go by.  Are her memories real?  They’re only nightmares.

 

SILENT

 

Hot summer day at the pool with your best friend.

Dog can’t stand the heat so he turns on the little girl.

Four hours of reconstructive surgery,

300 stitches,

Twenty percent of each lip gone.

 

SILENT

 

Best friend lost, dog lost, girl lost, girl’s family lost.

She hides behind a hospital mask.

Can’t bear to look at her mutilated reflection.

Her once symmetrical face, no longer symmetrical.

She must not draw attention to her mouth…Don’t want to offend anyone.

 

SILENT

 

Lexapro and Vyvanse tell most people they have a problem.

They tell her she is the problem.

 

SILENT

 

She can’t relate to boys or have real conversations with them.

So she must communicate in the only way she knows how:

Sex, lots of sex… all kinds of sex, all sorts of partners.

One day she gets sick—after three false negatives, she gets a positive.

 

SILENT

 

Quits exercising, starts smoking. Gives up running, gains 40 pounds.

She thought she was better. Why isn’t she better?

After all that therapy.

 

SILENT

 

She smiles, even though inside, sometimes, she wants to die.

Dyes hair dark, can’t stop obsessing over the fat on her thighs.

Tries to embrace her curves. Tells herself guys like girls with a fat ass, too.

 

SILENT

 

Police harass her friend.  She stands up. They make an example out of her.

 

SILENT

 

Tells mom about flashbacks of cousin.  Mom tells Dad.

Mom tells girl Dad says not to say anything.  

Don’t want to stir up the family.

 

SILENT

Gets a little drunk at a bar.  A bouncer takes advantage of her in a back room closet.

This time she doesn’t even bother telling anyone.

 

SILENT

 

Meets boy.  She calls it love, even though she knows deep down she’s just lonely.

 

SILENT

 

Turns out boy is in a serious relationship with alcohol.  She is the third wheel.

Calls her selfish bitch.  Miserable cunt.  Rapes her.

 

 SILENT.

 

How long will I remain silent?

What will it take to speak out?

 

I may have been silent and silenced, but NO MORE.

 

My voice has the power to change, the power to put a stop to the silence. NO MORE.

 

Silence is golden. NO MORE.
You will hear my voice. I apologize NO MORE.

 

Won’t apologize, not even for the occasional high-pitched stammer that you might recognize as the voice of the little girl that still traps herself inside of me. NO MORE.

 

Tells me she finds comfort resting in the resilience of my soul. I tell her, baby, you’ll be okay it’s time to part ways—

 

Dependent on me NO MORE.

 

I will never be voiceless again.

 

SILENT NO MORE.

 

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Katie_Wayhart- bio photoKatie Wayhart is a feminist, activist, friend, sister, daughter, survivor, and recent college graduate. Her writing encourages the empowerment of feminist and differently abled bodies with a focus on healing and the power of community.

3 Comments

  1. Robin Mitchell

    November 5, 2014 at 9:53 am

    Katie, so so so so proud of you for speaking your truth! Rock on, young lady! Lots of love!

  2. James Elie

    November 25, 2014 at 12:35 pm

    I came across this article looking for something else, but I had to stop and read it. Thank you for taking the time to share this.

  3. ZuriM

    November 27, 2014 at 1:15 pm

    This is in light of a badge of HONOUR! Continue to exchange your stories and experiences for other growing women potential to heal and spiritual freedom.