Women.
You are not
You are not
broken
You are not made of fine china to be handled with kid gloves
You have not shattered because he left
You did not crack because he hurt ...you
His fist cannot take away your worth
You are not his victim
You have not crumbled
You did not crumple like paper when he told you he loved someone else
That he didn't love you
That he couldn't love who you were
Are
Will be.
You are not his paper for him to write his desires and scratch out your faults
Your faults are not his to give you
Your flaws are not his to name
Your face is not his to paint
Too brown
Too white
Too bright
Too dim
Your body is yours
To create within
To feed
To work
To rest
To keep
To give
But not for him to take
You are not the voices in your head
You are not pictures of you
You are not pictures of who you think you should be
You ARE.
You are not broken
Do not let them tell you you are broken
You are
Women.
You are not made of fine china to be handled with kid gloves
You have not shattered because he left
You did not crack because he hurt ...you
His fist cannot take away your worth
You are not his victim
You have not crumbled
You did not crumple like paper when he told you he loved someone else
That he didn't love you
That he couldn't love who you were
Are
Will be.
You are not his paper for him to write his desires and scratch out your faults
Your faults are not his to give you
Your flaws are not his to name
Your face is not his to paint
Too brown
Too white
Too bright
Too dim
Your body is yours
To create within
To feed
To work
To rest
To keep
To give
But not for him to take
You are not the voices in your head
You are not pictures of you
You are not pictures of who you think you should be
You ARE.
You are not broken
Do not let them tell you you are broken
You are
Women.
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