I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backhe stripped me of my dignity
he denied me of my first kiss
he stole my trust in others
he took away my voiceBut
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backi said no but he demanded yes
he made me a statistic
he turned me into a victim
he left me to rot like a piece of trashBut
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backthe police told me I was wrong
they said I provoked him
they implied that I wanted it
they said that I liedBut
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backi let him keep me in his grasp for years
i used to cower and hide
i jumped at my own shadow
i double-checked the locksBut
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backi learned to hate the world
i learned to like being alone
i put up a wall around me
i became a soldier of oneBut
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backi am a woman, proud and strong
i refuse to remain a victim
i will not be silent anymoreFor
I am holding my head high
And I am taking my power backi am becoming a butterfly
emerging from a cocoon
i am ready to spread my wings
i have found my voice again.
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•Collateral Beauty•
PoetryA collection of poems. A rekindling of something I used to enjoy.