It took a mob maybe a hundred-harasser strong or more to physically overcome me, to scare me, to make me scream, it was not a fair fight; my body was violated and defiled - but they only scratched my shell, they did not break my core, I will not be victimized, and I am not broken.
Hizo falta una agresión, tal vez cientos de fuertes acosadores para vencerme físicamente, para asustarme, para hacerme gritar. No fue una pelea justa.