I ended up pulling an all-nighter. It was Oscar night. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, I watched HBO’s Brave New Voices. Young people performing Spoken Word.
I fell in love.
Then, I read #TheOnion tweet in which 9-year-old Quvenzhané Wallis was referred to as a cunt.
She is 9.
She is 9.
I remember when I was nine years old.
I spent my days running through meadows
I read Nancy Drew.
I remember times when I would twirl around like a spin-top; the clouded sky above me would turn into swirls like the whipped cream of an ice-cream sundae.
I remember feeling safe. I remember what it was like to be able to trust people.
And then, when I was nine years old, that guy put his dick in my mouth. And then my vagina. And then…
I don’t remember.
I don’t remember math. I don’t remember French. I must have remembered English because I lost myself in books and riding horses.
I was 9.
Hey, #TheOnion – call me a cunt.
I’d gladly take that badge for her. You just raped a little girl. With language.