On being a victim

I was born with dark purplish marks on my inner thighs
Some people ask me if they're bruises
I say they're just birthmarks
I wonder if they are my birth right
The reminder of the rape my mother suffered
The legs she tried so hard to shut closed like doors in a mansion being invaded by an army of violence and testosterone
I wonder if I ever have I daughter
Will she be born with birth marks on her arms?
Will she also carry on her skin the products of the violence they have burned on my body?

God, I hope not.