Sure, I do remember how being broken feels
I have spent months in tears
Captive in the cells of distorted self image
Looking down on myself for
I was looked down upon
I remember my screams from the pain
of being dejected, unheard and brushed aside
and I do remember rising up above all
and now I come with no vengeance but
indifference to everything that went by,
everything that came in myriad deceptions
of well wishes and love to destroy
a woman's worth and confidence.