When The Lawyers Won’t Even Defend Us

There is no amount of money that could have convinced me that three years separated from my abuser, I would still be in court, still telling the story, still reenacting the moments. Still. Never in my life would I imagine that one person could shatter my humanity and there be no restitution. Never would I believe in a civilized society that someone can treat me like massa and nothing be done. The community turned away, figuring the damage had already won. After 3 years the tears dried up, the wounds healed and the fear turns into rage. You don't lay hands on no women . . . you don't ball yo fist in this age.

So, I picked up the phone, cause the DA won't let you know. Did you serve him the warrant? Was once again he a no show? I can't pull myself together for the cost I have spent. I done lost my damn house. I can't pay Charlotte's rent. So I call me a lawyer on this sunny May Day and he let me tell the story with not much to say.

Ma'am I'm sorry I can't help you. This case has big cost and from what I can see your case is already loss. Just show up to court and do what the DA say. It will soon be over, that way you won't have to pay.

But what about my car, my home, my black eye?

What about my babies, my health, I'm bout to die.

The phone went dead silent as if he had me on mute,

Then I said Sir,

But he was already done with my frivolous suit.

So save me I cry up to the Lord,

And in those still moments, Survivors of Sexual Abuse and Violence was born (SOSAV). ~ Dearest Price