Woman

He laid you bare on a concrete and splayed you like meat on a butchers table

He shatter you into pieces, torn apart and lacerate every inch of your skin until theres no sinew connected to each other

You were once a mountain high and mighty, never been climbed but he climbed you and you had been conquered

He trodded those paths he was never meant to take, enter your forest like it was his lands and he owned it

He brought down the walls and wrecked the doors you shut so tightly

He took all those golds and precious stones inside your vaults and present it to everyone, he wore you like a crown and showed his glory

But No! You are not just a piece of flesh he could just tore and definitely you are not the one broken, rest in the thought that, that person is somewhere suffocating in his hollowed breath and contrite heart, constricted everyday until it gave up

And No! you are not a conquest, you are not a culmination of all his inuendos, You are a river running elusively until the big and extravagant ocean catches you

You are not a vanquished land, subdued in an egalitarian way, you are not made to receive and surrender

Remember, remember! that your worth is not tethered from the things that he took from you

rather you did not lose your value

Its fine to cry, show them that your weakness is your strength too, you will not be confined to their stereotypes, you are a woman, and you will not crumble