A woman’s torment.

I have a vagina and you think you have some sort of entitlement to it. I have breasts, does that mean I am just an object to be pressed on when you feel like it.
I walk on egg shells because I fear I might trigger you by just being who I am. I don’t look like you, so I am not human? Or  you act inhuman.

I don’t have feelings. I can’t stand for myself. But, you can. Even if I want to. You try to bring me down.

You push my spirit into darkness. Beat my confidence down. Snatch away my dignity. Rape me of respect. No remorse. No shame. What is your aim?

You try to Control me. Suffocation beyond what the bones beneath my skin can take. They are broken into pieces. From strong gripping and twisting.

The hair on my head has become a way for you to cause me pain. The belt on your waist knows what my flesh taste like. My teeth falls like raindrops from the sky from the hard blows that meets it. Breaking it from that which gives it strength to stand strong. Sometimes, my eyes are so swollen that I think I bleed red from my eyes. Sleepless nights are uncountable.

If I let you break my spirit. I will have nothing left of me. Though, you try so hard to take the only thing I have left. But, you won’t succeed. And for every deed, I will strike back. I will regain my flesh. Build my soul. Come out of the darkness. Even if you don’t confess. I will see light. Seek might and win the fight.

Written by Grace balogun