A letter to Adam
Dear Adam,
How many times will you lure and feed me apples with your mouth? How many times will you look down on me that i only came from your ribs? How many times will you use your power over me that you created first before me? How long will you think that I am just a woman that only satisfy your pleasure and a soothe to your loneliness?
I am already worn out keeping these questions to myself. And I am now speaking my sentiments to you Adam for you to understand what I feel as a woman.Yes, I am weak, I am vulnerable and I am fragile that easy to give in, easy to break and easy to fall. But that doesn't mean you have the rights to fool me, break me and play me like one of your toy. Don't use my weaknesses to fall in your trap and don't use me as one of your instruments to pacify your pride. I already fell into your tricks for how many times. And this time I won't let your schemes fool me again. I'm already sick of your saccharine words. I already had so much honey in my stomach that almost made me puke. Please try another recipe in feeding me. Maybe it will restore my appetite again. But sad to say, it will never happen again and I won't let myself be enticed again. I've already fed myself a bushel of arugula.
I will never be the same like the woman you used to know. I will no longer be your toy or puppet that you used to play with and throw whenever you want. I will show you that i can move and dance on my own even without your string and stick manipulating me. And now I'm cutting off the strings that connect between us and give it in good hands of the real manipulator of my life: who will sew the slit in my heart and wash all the stains in my soul that caused by you. I will be revived and be alive again like the way I used to be before i met you. And being on his hands, I will build myself, I will mature, and value my worth as a woman.
One day you will find me. One day you will feel incomplete without me. One day you will realize how futile your life would be without the presence of me. And when you find and meet me again, you will be dazzled by a glittery jewel that once became an ordinary rock that you used to step on. You will be ashamed of yourself and belittled by my gleam . And you will now realize how precious and how valuable I am and you'll find me as the missing piece of your life. And if you ever ask me to be part of your life again. I'll just leave you one question. Are you worthy of precious stone? If not. See you again sometime.
Truly yours,
Eve
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