I beseech you, I plead, I ask for forgiveness
but do I need it? Do I need to repent?
My actions are my own, not yours
you swore to love me, only to tear me to trash.
I can only be the woman that I am
Vibrant and alive, and I need to learn how to trust
that others will see the skin I wear
the heart that beats, enveloping all
while you still step away.
Once I cared but now I do not
I own who I am; I own myself
I no longer search or need to see
another’s response to me.