I’m sorry for every time that I put you second
And it was
Every time.
I’m sorry for every time I told you to keep quiet
And it was
Every time.
I’m sorry for all of the times I told you he was more worthy of respect than you
Just for being
Him.
I’m sorry I told you you were unworthy because you were imperfect.
Everyone is
Imperfect.
I’m so sorry
That I made you pick him up off the floor every time he fell
But picking him up was all the strength you had so you couldn’t pick yourself up
From the floor.
I’m so sorry
That I let you falsely believe that his weakness was your strength,
That I let his weakness
Be yours.
His weakness is not yours.
It is not your work or responsibility to make sure that his masculinity sits securely within his ego
The masculinity that you hold up with your hands,
The masculinity that is as fragile as soft petals
Threatening to crumble or blow away
The second you stop holding.
He makes you believe that you
Are the fragile one.
And I let you believe him.
I am so sorry
Woman.
Do not forget that you are worthy in spite of everything you think makes you
Unworthy
Do not forget that you hold the divine within you
Do not forget who
Made
Him.
Do not forget whose body forges miracles and gives life
Who connects and feels and knows
And feeds.
Dear woman do not forget that he
Needs
You
Much more than you will ever
Need
Him.
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Author: Nadia Katherine
Photo: Alex/Flickr
Editor: Lieselle Davidson
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