One day I woke up and realized that I am stronger alone. Men have only tried to convince me that I need them. Maybe that’s why I love watching the shocked faces of men when I lift something they said was “too heavy”, when I pick up a hammer and nails and do the job myself or when I can actually aim a gun without you coming up behind me to show me how. Hunny, I got this, momma didn’t raise no wimp. I was taught from a young age that I was strong enough to do things on my own. It’s unfortunate it took me this long to actually register it and realize that I truly am.
I always thought that my voice was smaller in the presence of men, until I noticed that it was only smaller because I had allowed it to be. No more. Now, I shout from the rooftops. I say what I say and I mean it.
I am not afraid to speak my mind and sometimes my mind is not what you expect. My mind is the raw thoughts that most are afraid to say.
Lately the thing that tells you not to say something, that’s broken. I broke it because I wanted to be heard. Its exhausting keeping every thought to yourself, and frankly, I am tired of being tired. I want to be powerful.
I always craved the day that I would be strong enough to stand alone and still stand tall. Now that I do stand alone, I stand taller than I ever could have imagined. I now stand too tall for anyone to walk over me like a doormat, for them to make me feel small with hurtful words and cruel rumours. I took my life and started running. I never could have imagined I would run this far, and darling…I don’t plan on ever stopping.