What was it about my belly swelling with new life,
that made you take life from me?
What was it about my love for my child
that made you want to erase her from the world?
What was it about the song in the trees that
made you want to hang me from their branches?
What was it about the sway in my hips
that made you think you own me?
What was it about the tremor in my voice when I said ‘no’
that made you hear ‘yes’
What was it about the joy in my laughter or the curve in my smile,
that made you beat me into silence?
What was it about my soft hair and silky skin,
that made you want to drive a knife through my chest?
What was it about the power in my bosom,
that made you hunt me like prey?
What was it about me as a woman,
that made you feel like less of a man?
