An open letter to some of the men in my life...
I am not here for your convenience.
I am not here so that you may blow in and out of my life.
I am not without feelings.
I am not strong enough to handle your shit.
But I am too strong to be used by you.
My fragility is not an invitation to take advantage of me.
Any strength I show is not an invitation to test me.
I do not need you to save me.
Nor do I wish for you to protect me.
And if you eat what I've cooked for dinner, you do so at your own peril.
