THE ILLUSIONARY COMPLEX
When you ask her to call or text when she’s home safe, I ask you to pause a tad bit to let the weight of that request unravel. For this is a she, who has walked alone through the years, who has carved her path through storms and silence, Who does not need your vigilance to prove her place or ability to take care of herself She is no fragile helpless thing, not a damsel in distress. Her independence is not a void for you to fill, But a testament to the life over the years she has built A life where she learned to stand tall, To navigate the world with her compass. Yet here you are, offering care wrapped in assumption, As if her safety were yours to oversee. Ask yourself: how many nights and streets as she walk alone, Unshielded, unafraid, before you came into her life? How many thoroughfares has she conquered, Her resolve unbrok...