I am
I am an appendage.
I am a tool.
I am his accompaniment.
I am an addition.
I am an attachment.
I am the accretion formed from abuse.
I am nothing without him to tell me what I am worth.
I am only something when he loves me.
I am only worth anything when I am convenient.
I am supposed to be enjoyable.
I am supposed to be to his benefit.
I am supposed to be easy.
I am supposed to satisfy.
I am supposed to be useful.
I am told to be practical.
I am told to be appropriate.
I am told to be available.
I am told to stay mute.
I am told to be passive.
I am told to submit.
I am a person.
I am feeling.
I am alive.
I am not his appendage.
I don't have to be a wife before I am myself.
Before I am happy.
I am tired of how I am treated.
I am ready to be a combatant.
I am ready to accept the bruises if it is for the last time.
I am ready to feel like me again.
I want to be me again.
Copyright © Jess Marlo | Year Posted 2025
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