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Oct 2020
What makes me

A woman,

Is it something that you wanted
To take from me?
Something that you wanted
To maime; break me
And make from me

A woman.

You wanted to
Make me.
Never even realizing
How much
You made me.
You maimed me,
Into this;

A woman.

By way of your gaze,
I only know now,
It was something
You wanted
To take from me.
Deform me
And make from me

A woman.

In your mind.
Instead of a sister,
A daughter,
A child.
You made me
Into this;

A woman.

Cursed by my ***,
The fires of your ****
Burned me.
Charred me.
From my ashes
And in your mind
You made of me

A woman.

All I wanted to be
Was a sister.
All I wanted to be
Was a daughter.
All I wanted to be
Was a child.
But you
Sexualized me.
Fetishized me.
Fantasize about
Being inside me;

A woman.

Never realizing that
You are already
Inside.
Infecting all my
Darkest places.
Taking and taking
And taking from me.
Making from me
A fantasy,

A woman.

An object of lust,
An affliction.
I don't want to be

A woman

Anymore.
Written by
Meaghan Garner
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