To Be
From the vibrations of my screams
to caper-colored bruises
you denied me to be all women, a
Woman in passion
Woman in tears
Woman with smiles
Woman and proud.
I walked this perpetual ixion wheel
alone in pain.
Your fingers trailed every scar when I begged, no
your hands trailed ever tear that fell when I yelled no.
And you stood idle to his movements, ignoring my throes.
Giving in, to your truth, I drowned in silence
only to see you next to me too.
So I swam up to shore, gurgling, struggling, falling
And I became more than you ever were, a
Woman with passion
Woman in tears
Woman who smiles
Woman with pride
A woman.