To the men who want to silence us - A letter
You, oh, you, When you came into my life, all I saw was light. I thought I would never be afraid again. I spoke and I heard my voice—so sweet, powerful, and excited. I heard your laughter and thought it was the best music in the entire universe. I touched your skin and felt you were a part of me. When you said you loved me, I felt so certain that we would be the most wonderful pair. But then I found out about your lies, your masks, your fabrications—that was the first time you yelled at me. Inside, my voice started to suffocate while trying to scream, “Run!” When I felt unseen and sought inappropriate attention, it took me some time to own it. You just waited for the right moment to reveal you’d hacked me. My voice became a whisper, burdened by guilt, shame, and the overwhelming loyalty to the promise that I would always take care of and devote myself to the one I loved. Then, I got used to the yelling. Violence is also an act of passion, right? Right? I thought I was going insane. I w...
