they see softness as weakness


my mother tells me “you come from a long line of strong women”
primordial flesh and bone
woman has existed within me for thousands of years
passed along with soft touches of a cheek, pouring of strength into small cupped hands
silent work to stay alive under deafening demands
if your back does not break under the crushing weight
do not worry
he will break it for you

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