I open my mouth,
but the word falls
down my throat.
No.
Such a small word,
yet it feels
like rebellion.
It isn't easy,
unlearning a life.
Even now,
with the truth in my hands,
I hesitate,
weighing every word
like the wrong one might
cut me.
I know now
I don't have to bleed
to be worthy,
but still my voice
trembles at its own sound.
I am learning
to trust it anyway,
to know I can move forward,
speak plainly,
ask for what I want.
And still be a Good Girl.
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