Guest Post: Who Am I?

A young survivor shared this poem she had written about her identity following escape from her trafficker. I have left it exactly as she wrote it, as the way she has written it is particularly impactful:

i am eve

you were my creator

i was sheltered in your garden

i believed i had everything i needed

but you were also the serpent

you tricked me

you lured me with promises of things

you said i needed

i trusted you

i did as you said

duped

but in listening to you as the serpent

i disobeyed you as my creator

all of the sudden

i was naked

afraid

ashamed

cast out of the safety of your garden

abandoned

i could not be rescued

i could not be forgiven

i could not be redeemed

i did not want to be seen

i hid from you

you, the serpent

you, my creator?

but i am eve

and i am learning day by day

the serpent was not the creator

you cannot be both

serpent

liar

serpent

evil

creator

true

creator

good

i am learning which you are