You didn’t choose me.
My heart breaks for you. My body yearns for you.
And my mind has only hate for you.
Today burnt popcorn reminded me of you, but it wasn’t the popcorn that left a bitter taste in my mouth. It was the memory of you and what you did to me.
People tell me that sexist men are the extreme and the minority. Yet why has almost every man I’ve met been sexist, including my family?
Last night I looked to the sky. I stared at the stars and moon and screamed. I screamed “strike me down. Kill me. Hurt me.” Over and over. One day I’ll be okay or maybe one day I’ll get my plea.