{"id":733,"date":"2021-05-25T12:01:18","date_gmt":"2021-05-25T12:01:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/?p=733"},"modified":"2021-05-25T12:22:30","modified_gmt":"2021-05-25T12:22:30","slug":"woman-art","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/woman-art\/","title":{"rendered":"Woman Art"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p><strong><em>A poem by Sangeetha Priya on Child Sexual Abuse<\/em><\/strong>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\"><figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"593\" height=\"936\" src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/192028919_966892077447153_2039255139614264_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-736\" srcset=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/192028919_966892077447153_2039255139614264_n.jpg 593w, https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/192028919_966892077447153_2039255139614264_n-190x300.jpg 190w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 593px) 100vw, 593px\" \/><figcaption>https:\/\/www.instagram.com\/sangeethapriya_i\/<\/figcaption><\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n<p>She played pretend with her toys <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Taking after the world of grownups <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>With her kitchen set and barbie dolls <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Sometimes an adult joined her game <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A father figure, who seemed like he cared <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She played hoping he wouldn&#8217;t play the game she feared <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But the child couldn&#8217;t see that people never changed <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>She was confused, she begged that she wanted it to end <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He said it was just a game it&#8217;s what people did <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>A child without understanding  or agency <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Was an easy prey for his fantasies <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>He thought she would grow up and forget <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her body may have healed <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her memories may be a haze <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>But in her mind she&#8217;ll always remain the same <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The little girl begging, scared and confused <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Her abusers are long dead and gone <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>but she can still feel the invisible wounds burning <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Through her body pulsating with anger and remorse <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Unable to accept herself fully, <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>unable to forgive or forget <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Even after all these years <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The scar in her heart, she&#8217;s doomed to bear forever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/191335239_476668806890984_7537333018555318399_n.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1989\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p><strong>Sangeetha Priya<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p><em>Teacher; architect. Partner with Fifth Element Architecture Studio.  She connects with friends, students, and like-minded people through her Instagram handle. She loves to work with art, lettering, poetry, ilustrations.  She also is vocal about issues concerning women. Here are her digital sketches. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1621749816790-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1982\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1621766899815-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1983\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1621755140329-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1984\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1621749683833-scaled.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1985\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1621750630576-680x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1986\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1555335481914-680x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1987\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image\"><img src=\"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/1554983038338-724x1024.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1988\"\/><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<p>***<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A father figure, who seemed like he cared<br \/>\nShe played hoping he wouldn&#8217;t play the game she feared<br \/>\nBut the child couldn&#8217;t see that people never changed <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":734,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[59,58,6],"tags":[60,62,61],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=733"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":738,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/733\/revisions\/738"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/734"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=733"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=733"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/herstories.xyz\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=733"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}