As a girl I was taught
a certain fear
of men, of our bodies.
The seemingly endless damage
we can bring to men and their reputations.
As a teenager I was learning
the cold fear
of men, of what my body
can bring a guy to do
and of how much it can damage MY reputation
and how little my feelings mean.
As a woman, I have accepted
the fear, I am fully
aware of what men can do.
That is not to say I have accepted my fate, I am
Not the plaything you can damage and destroy with
A simple touch. I am not a rag doll you can toss
in the trash once you’ve had your way.
Your way is not my choice.
I am more than a being to break.
I have feelings.
I have a strength in the knowledge,
of knowing what can happen,
but still choosing
to stare at you,
and turn the fear
into my armor.
You scared me for years.
I’ll have this strength and this battle armor
For a fucking lifetime.