No, I won’t stay silent anymore.
No, I’m not your good little girl, your princess, your sunshine.
No, it isn’t my responsibility to save your marriage,
To hold the family together, to make you happy.
No, I’m not responsible that you and mum slept in separate beds,
That your family isn’t perfect.
No, it wasn’t nice or fun.
No, it wasn’t OK with me and I didn’t enjoy it.
No, your money won’t make it all better,
Your gifts don’t compensate me.
No, I won’t do anything for your love,
Your approval, your affection.
No, I won’t be blamed or lose respect if I tell what happened.
No, the sky won’t cave in and I won’t be left alone.
No, I won’t deny that it ever happened,
Suppress my feelings or play happy families.
No, I wasn’t horrible or evil.
No, I didn’t deserve it.
I was a child.
written by a woman in her 20s