I would say “me too,” but I would be lying.

It’s been too many too’s that had me crying

Crying inside because of the shame I was hiding.

The shame of built-up forced actions had me dying,

inside, of course, because you never let them see you sweat

not realizing that denying it happened absolved them of all regrets

I learned at a young age that when you resist, the more you get pressed

The more you get pressed, the more you forget

How many times did I let this happen,

it must be the misogyny because, yes, I said I let this happen….

I was a child, and I  couldn’t say no, I didn’t know what you were doing or if I could stop you.

I let that happen, too?

When you wouldn’t take no for an answer

I let that happen, too?

When you hit me and threatened me with more, I played along so I could eventually get out your car door.

I let that happen, too?

We had an agreement that you didn’t fulfill

I let that happen, too?

You took videos, pictures, and souvenirs

I let that happen, too?

You took off any protection that could’ve saved me and you.

I let that happen, too?

When I needed food, shelter, and yes, even drugs..

I let that happen, too?

When you lied about your loss so I would open my heart

I let that happen, too?

When I was under the influence and had no control

I let that happen, too?

When you came into my room in the middle of the night, and left and came back again.

I let that happen, too?

When you intentionally mutilated me

I let that happen, too?

When you broke in my house

I let that happen, too?

When I was stuck in the middle of nowhere

I let that happen, too?

Waking up remembering hands all over me

I let that happen, too?

When you called the police on me after using me

I let that happen, too?

When you used me as bait and watched the view

I let that happen, too?

You see, that’s a lot of pressure, so I’m sure I  forgot a few

And yes, I know it’s in my DNA because my Ancestors were bred like cattle, although we were told we were worthless and one-third of a human being

We’re the reasons you have your net worth and that old money, generational wealth, colored green

So no, my story isn’t me too, 3, 4, 5, or 6

It’s more like I forgive you!

You see, I lost count, but GOD remembers all🙏🏾