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If I keep saying sorry
Will it lessen the pain?
Will it soften the blow?

If I keep saying sorry
Will it make it feel better?
Will it make the scene change?

If I keep saying sorry
Will I turn into the good guy?
Will it make you stop crying?

If I keep saying sorry
Will it repair this carnage?
Will it clean up this mess?
if only sorry was a little more effective
pain is a strange phenomenon
i hate it when it happens
but after it passes
it becomes the most useful learning tool
pain can be the strangest phenomenon
I never asked to be your victim
You made me into one
Without asking for my permission

I never asked to be the subject
Of this endless torment
Of this ceaseless disrespect

I never asked but here I am
******* in your rancid *******
Following your putrid commands

I never asked to be your victim
You forced me into one
I promise myself that I will find a way out
diary of a victim
how well do you really know me?
if you pull back all the layers
if you strip me down to the basics
will you recognise the core?

how well do i really know you?
if i use this rusty scalpel
if i dissect the depths of your soul
will i be shocked at what i find?

how well do we really know each other?
if we pull back the covers
will we only discover
that we are just perfect strangers?
how well do we really know someone?
I am not Cinderella
There is no glass slipper on my feet
I don't need no Prince Charming
I am already complete

My story is no fairy tale
This does not end the way you think
Reality is harsher than fiction
Good guys don't always win

I am not Cinderella
I traded my ball gown for ripped jeans
I don't need no Prince Charming
I am already Queen
alternative fairy tale
is
my
feminism
measured
by
your
misogyny?

do
you
see
the
patriarchy
that
is
trying
to
escape
me?
escaping the patriarchy
I was raised by a pack of male wolves

Who taught me their version of womanhood

They called me Little Red Riding Hood
Handed me a cape
They told me to run through the woods
So I did.

When I got to the house of safety
And found a wolf hiding there
I thought he was my family
So I was not scared
When his paws were on my body and I dissolved into nothingness

I was raised by a pack of wolves
Who never bothered to tell me
I was one myself
my version of the tale
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