An Open Letter to My Dear Sir...

My dear sir,

I am a bomb, primed and ready to explode.

A mask, immobile and emotionless.

A wall, towering and cold.

I am, I am fire, fierce and unyielding.

A sister, protective and fearful of dark corners.

I am, I am, I am… woman, shamed and exploited.

A survivor, healing and shouting for change.

A mind, more than just my body.

More than what I’ve done to myself,

More than what you did to me.

Woman. Queen.

I am alive.