i am the woman who

I am the woman who was thrown into the hall. I am the woman whose trust was broken. I am the woman who forgave and forgave because love meant more. I am the woman who others ran away from. I am the woman who followed them anyway, pretending to be with them. I am the woman who sat alone on the bench. I am a woman who mopped up the blood running down her leg. I am the woman who saw too much. I am the woman who heard too much. I am the woman who was told to stay quiet. I am the woman who was told to stay invisible. I am the woman who carried the morning water. I am the woman who shouldered his weight. I am the woman forced to dance for him. I am the woman who discovered his secrets. I am the woman who stole his cash. I am the woman who was glad when he left. I am the woman who claimed she never missed him yet still aches now. I am the woman who does not know how a strong feminist woman should behave. I am the woman who does not know how to be with a man. I am the woman who never witnessed love or equality. I am the woman who was judged on how she looked, mainly by other women in her family. I am the woman ignored. I am the woman torn down when she breaks out the old patriarchy and matriarchy confines. I am the woman held prisoner by her own fears and failings. I am the woman who stays quiet. I am the woman who stays invisible. I am the woman told to be polite, at all times. I am the woman who learned through the internet what has right and what was wrong. I am the woman who broke free. I am the woman who faced up to her fear. I am the woman who escaped. I am the woman who left with two plastic bags, one filled with nappies. I am the woman who learned to be alone and to be kind to herself. I am the woman who is not desperate for love, attention, acceptance anymore. I am the woman who did not know this woman exsisted inside of her. I am the woman who has scars and fears like everyone. I am the woman who believes in love even if she does not know what that is yet.