No more broken woman poems

I’m done with

broken woman

poems.

I’m done with

victim

I no longer

want to have to

disclose

“What happened to me”

to new lovers

I’m done with

broken

I’m done with

shame

I reject the

notion

of unwholeness.

I become

whole. I exude full. I create

the totality of

me

I am not

what happened

I am not the

little

girl

who was violated

I am not

what he did

with his sick

desires

to my little girl

body

his sick wanting hands

exploring

unwanting

flesh

I am not

the unwelcome

penetration

of my

spirit’throat, silencing

me for years

crushing my inner

being

his mistake

does not

define me.

his sickness doesnotdefineme

does not create

any part

of my reality anymore.

I am whole

I am love

I am free

I am navigator

I am lustful

I am desirous

receiver

of strong woman

and man

hands into

my spiritbeingbody

I am lover

I am goddess

I am Her.

I am

That.

Not broken woman

Not shamed little girl

Not his secret

Not mistake.