#truthfultuesday

Let’s be real. Some days I feel like I’m held together by to-do lists, tea, and the sheer willpower to not scream into the void. Burnout is real. And what’s worse? We’ve normalized it. We treat exhaustion like a badge of honor, like running on fumes means we’re doing life right. But truthfully? That’s not living. That’s surviving. So here’s a little poetic truth for your Tuesday: Burnout…

Today I was told

That my body is not mine.

I was told

That I am a debt

A debt that must be paid

A debt that will take my lifetime to pay

A debt that will pass to my children, whom I should have

Whom I should not abort

Regardless of my ability to care for them.

I was told

That my body is not mine

These choices are not mine

These thoughts are not mine.

For I must keep them clean and pure

Throughout my life.

I must honor thy parents

Regardless of how they honor me.

I must abide by the cage that is a husband

Regardless of my own happiness

For it is a duty

I must carry

A duty

That is mine.

Today I was told

That I am a debt

A debt to a God

Who does naught but add to me.

A blessing to a God

Who has never blessed me.

I was told

My sins

Are not his

And yet my thoughts belong to him.

I was told

I am created

In the holy image

The image of God.

I am not.

I am not.

I am brown

I am bisexual

I am a woman

According to the Bible,

I am naught but a rib

Pulled out of a man's side

To serve him

To bear his will

To bear his children.

I am not.

I am not.

I am not.

For what do I have but what I've worked for?What body do I have but the one that is mine?What choices do I make but the ones that I wish?

Not in his image

Not in his will

Not in his kingdom

Not in his fantasy

Not.

I am not.