Tell me who hurt you.
Did it make my light too bright for your darkness to handle?
Was it my femininity that threatened your fragile ego, making you shove me into a tiny sexist box?
Remember how you always said I don't have a mind for numbers?
There is one particular number on my mind.
Six thousand five hundred ninety-nine.
6599 miles apart. 24-hour flight.
It's the number that allowed me to see how your shadow dimmed my light.
I am letting the world bask in its warmth and glory. I am shining bright.
Are you able to see it now?
Does it reach your darkness?

So tell me.
Who was it?
What was her name, dad?