No, it's not good enough.
To not be known by my own name,
To only be labeled as "your girl",
I contest,
To not have my own freedom,
To have my wings clipped by your need to control,
To not be able to grow or fly,
Tied down by your own insecurities,
No, it's not enough,
To only be an extension of you,
To not have my own friends my own life aside from you,
I detest,
That I bend and kneel to your every whim,
That I am reduced to begging for such simple requests and made to feel like I am asking for 'too much',
Yet, my body has been only a temple baring the scars of our child's labor,
My own dreams dead only to be an extension of YOU,
BUT WHO AM I?
When there is no you,
When you've taken all my resources all my will to be MYSELF.
So, NO..
ITS NO GOOD ENOUGH,
To not be me any longer,
To sit in silence as you live your own life,
With me,
Without me,
While I fester in the shadow of just being your woman.. your shriveling extension,
A bending branch in the wind cast upon the tree trunk that is you
My observations of friends I see losing themselves to their men