No

You hold power if you can say no
Or so she was told.
Devoid of expectations,
She grew up.
Learning to put others before herself.
Training to not say the magic word.
No.
Parents, friends, siblings,
They all said the same thing
Others before you.
You’re a lady.
But, along came a feminist and said,
No.
We’re all equal.
So she agreed.
The word worked its magic.
So she trusted.
She opened up.
She let go of inhibition.
What nobody taught her
Was that her No wouldn’t be heard at times
That it could be trampled over by the sexual predator.
The “close friend” who found her sadness enticing,
The friend who rejected the no and ruthlessly went on.
In effect, teaching her,
At times
You don’t have the power if you can say no.
Because that power is easily trampled over.

On Darkness

I was told that I must face my own fears.
Build my own castle.
Fight my own fights.
This warrior has seen some of the darkest of days.
They said,
Fight.
Let go of the dark.
Let the light fill you.
But what if the darkness is so deeply ingrained
That the warrior won’t even look at it.
The warrior who faced blood and gore with mettle
Faces away from darkness.
A fear so deep
That they’ve stopped using pens.
Because anything concrete is just not believable any longer.

On Talent

The problem is not that you have a past
It’s not your decisions
It’s not your inability to stay on track
It’s that you don’t believe in yourself
It’s that fear that festers inside you
That whatever you’re doing is in some twisted way
Wrong.
No, it isn’t.
Believe it.
Yes, things come easy to you.
Talent comes easy to you.
Fluency and good work pour out of you
You are blessed
And that’s not hate worthy
Your mind is so afraid of not having problems
That it runs in circles trying to find faults
Recklessly
You seek perfection but
You don’t know.
You’ve already got it.