You stripped me from my identity.
With your disease,
I had found myself…
To only lose myself in you again.
I gained confidence…
To only release it to you again.
The “male figure.”
The silhouette of what continually takes
The silhouette of men who are empty…
Only full off feeding off
who crave safety.
What is it that pushes you?
Do you feel in control?
Do you feel stronger to know…
You have left a Woman weaker?
You have left a Woman to think her…
Value is dependent on men’s actions…
That those define her.
Do you feel in control to keep her…
In a cage?
With a fire in her veins…
She can’t let out.
You believe she’ll remain in there…
Assuming she won’t get out.
In hard times.
In dark times.
A Woman, breaks out of the cage.
No rails, no four walls, will hold her back from her rage.
She’ll cry, she’ll second guess, she’ll yell but
She will come back.