It is not enough to win a fight, I need to win it with my teeth kicked in.
Maybe I should endure one more painful blow, just to say I can handle it.
To survive as someone's prey in a game of cat and mouse, to prove how witty I am.
To hear someone say "keep kicking ass!" to validate it all.
This fuels me.
Because the more often people make surviving things feel like a badge of honor, I will keep writing off these pains inflicted upon me in the name of endurance. How far can I go?
I will push my limits, just because someone will say I am so resilient.
But really, I am breaking.
He saw me
He hurt me
He chased me
But all these things made me stronger, right?
Because I survived them?
So maybe he should still do those things
So they can be written off as my growth.
Because a woman is only strong if she has survived the wrath of an unsatisfied man, right?
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