Break the Cycle; not the Queen
I am me
The fierce and feisty one
The fragile one
The one that needs to be loved
That needs protection
That needs to be shielded from a world and some men that think I am a punching bag, a possession
That can be owned
That feels if I have a shred of independence I am a threat
That my life is worth absolutely nothing
When will it be enough?
Why should days like this be planned in order to scream my WORTH
To ECHO my value
I am but just a carrier of your sons and daughters
I am sometimes just the linked that holds the entire family together
I need to be treasured and not cut down
Or broken down by the person I once held dear
That once meant the world to me
Respect me enough to let me go if freedom is what I crave for
Don't cut my life short, don't scar me for life just because I don't love you anymore
Be a man that will do better with the next WOMAN
Break the cycle; not the Queen!
*Dedicated to all the women who suffered under Gender Base Violence*
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