I want to tell you that you saved me
but I am a woman and that would not be roaring.
There is this little bit of pride, too,
this feeling that I could save myself,
if I had to
(if I wanted to)
but we both know that’s a lie…
except I am this curious mix of needing to be saved
and really, actually…fine.
Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.