Is it me?

Is it me ?

Is it the gaping hole

Inside me?

The broken love

Wrapped with conditions

Expectations

Regrets

Did it break me?

The trying

The erasure of myself

My anger, my pain

The silencing

The eagerness to please

Is that dissatisfaction

The woman condition?

That fire within me

That I struggle to repress

Is it what they warn little girls about?

When did I learn to fear

The desire I feel?

Who taught me that some words

Are not meant to be told?

Who said that commitment

Should be the place

Where a woman hides

From herself?

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