Who told you to ignore your own being?
Who told you to ignore your sisters?
Who taught you to hate your body?
Who demanded your martyrdom?
Who convinced you of your sinfulness?
Who cuffed you? Who painted you into this corner? Who clipped your wings and eroded your voice box?
Who demands your shame?
Who offers you a gold star (or a diamond ring) in exchange for your silence?
Who demands your service?
Who coerces your smile but denies your tears?
Who is it, creature? For the loathing did not originate inside you.
M.A. Cummings, January 31, 2017