Know The Difference

It's amazing how some men think they can define a woman's worth, discarding the depth of her love and pain. What happens when we stop accepting their twisted narratives?

Know the difference,
Before you boast about another—
Her younger body, her sweeter scent,
Her taste you flaunt like a trophy to me.

You, who preach about love,
Who claim to care for her.
Do you think I asked for less?
Do you think I begged for scraps?

I asked you to protect, to cherish—
And you turned my plea into a mockery.

I don’t care
If my rage makes you question my sanity
Or if my pain paints you
As the anchor to my despair.

Did you ever hear the cracks in my voice?
See the ways I folded my agony
Into quiet smiles,
The ways I hid my breaking?

And then, you dared to ask,
"What do you have to offer?"

I offered what I didn’t have—
Laughter, stolen from barren years;
Love, forged through agony’s fire;
A memory, crafted for you
Even as my soul unravelled.

And yet, you call me insane.

Why is it so easy for some to minimize our strength and sacrifice? Do we have to continue proving our worth to those who never truly see us?

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