The day I realized I was owned was the best and worst of my life.
The clarity of my subservience
like a hammer to my temple, left me reeling
Exchanging control for perceived comfort
I settled into a pattern of apology
It was clearly laid out
Who I am
What I’m allowed to be
What I can afford to be
How the world should see me.
Wrapped me in it until I absorbed these “truths” fully
All the while basking in their god-given freedoms
But the revelation broke through.
I am no less than a goddess woven from stars
Held up by a wild, untrammeled coven
of pure feminine power
All that is asked is that I belong wholly to myself.
So over dinner, I stated my case
“This does not suit me.
I am done being a shadow, instead of a light”
As I stood from the table
I expected my legs to shatter
from the weight of what I’d just done
My heart to turn to dust
my body to pixellate in the unrealistic pipe dream
of living independently
But my feet formed roots
my spine lengthened
my heart extended past my thickening skin
and formed a soft glow that touched all beings
my gaze lifted
along with the corners of my mouth
“I have everything I will ever need”