before I burn my notebook

Photo by Eilis Garvey on Unsplash

all the foremothers that are in my bloodline are screaming to be free of men like you.

my mother snapped me into reality when she named me.

her mother, grandmother, and all of the women before them begged for freedom and power...

and then I was born.

me at 22:

what can I offer to men?

how can I make them happy?

why they don't love me?

me at 33:

what I can offer give to men?

how can I make them me happy?

why they I don't love me!

If energy doesn't get destroy, then maybe all the women in my bloodline are still living through me.

A manifestation of their power and strength.

Maybe they brought me in this existence to take what's theirs.

Before:

Please, do not leave me.

I don't know what I'll become without you.

After:

Please, do not leave me.

I don't know want to discover what I'll become without you.