Confessions of a 21st Woman
When I was younger they told me the reason the little boy was hitting me is because he liked me
I believed them.
And I grew up allowing myself to be hurt
Because that was love.
I didn't want to question my mom and my aunt
They had to know better than me what love meant
But I'll tell you what, the first time I said no and meant it, I've never felt more untouhable
Who knew one simple syllable could be such a game changer?
The point is, my darling
Do not let his broken promises
his late night disappearances
his screams
Or his fists even
Determine your worth
Cause baby i can promise you
If he doesn't want you in all your beauty
That has to do with him
Not
YOU.