He thought he understood my struggle. He understood my words but failed to contemplate what I meant.
I told him I was in pain but I believe because he did not see blood spewing from my weakened body is why the hurt was dismissed,
Why must we ware our scarred like battle wounds.
Like the scarlet letter for anyone, everyone to understand we hurt too,
I know we are supposed to be stronger than others but why,
Why do I have to carry the weight of the world and sit alone as daily a little more of me dies,
I have cried out to the masses but no one heard my whisper in the night,
I might as well have been sitting in a box with bandaged eyes,
I could not find my way out of bondage my story another woman’s lies,
No one gave me the options to live when the only selection was to learn to rise.
Yet rise to what, where when and how,
Women sacrifice daily pushing it all down,
We live with the cancer of failures men would dare to compromise,
Yet like the ballerina, we must stand on our toes.
Pain deepen moments so our children learn that to suffer gives one the will to try,
To try to know that we succeed beyond knowing everyday a fragment of the spirit will be sacrifice
So much more of him means a part of me must die