Strong is not strong
I tried to be strong
But strong is not strong,
And crying is not wrong
If it happened again I would be weak
I would not lie down and take it.
I would cry and weep
and make it impossible
for you
for you to mistake my silence.
Mistake my silence for enjoyment,
my limp limbs for submission.
I acted tough and I tried to be strong,
quiet in defeat,
thinking that it would make it stop
quicker,
that you might find less pleasure
if it felt less cruel.
I tried to be strong
But strong is not strong,
And crying was not wrong
I lift you know?
Hours in the gym
I AM STRONG,
But you beat me
My arms, my legs, my thighs. My heart.
And I only wish you knew
That I fear you
I fear that you can justify what you did to me.
I fear that you don’t realise what you’ve done.
The shame that I feel,
that I felt
when I had to get the morning after pill.
I wish that you felt that too,
and perhaps,
if I cried,
you would have realised.
I tried to be strong
But strong is not strong,
And crying was not wrong