TO THE ONE WHO MADE ME HATE BEING A WOMAN
You could shame me into doing
A million things I feared
I'd stay silent, awaiting
Your next move to appear
Uncontrollable breathing
The boy across the street
To each on-looking eye
So kind and so sweet
A 'young gentleman' and 'nice guy'
You were smart and quick
Above me like a tumbling brick
You came crashing down on my skull
Fracturing my little mind
Burning my skin with your ice-cold heart
Pressing against my fare blank canvas
You forced on me, your terrible art
You made me hate being a woman,
You made me hate being weak,
You made me hate being vulnerable,
Unable to weep
Openly, so as to not look like a victim
You made me hate myself,
My thoughts,
My feelings,
You made me hate Mankind
But you were just a boy
A 'good boy' at that
I was 11 at the time
Unsure of my strength
Unaware of the power
that comes from being a woman
Women are not weak
Women are not victims
We are survivors
And you are a beast
A monster that feasts
On women who can't see
how powerful they are
How strong they can be.
written by Chloe Ray | @thechloeray
