My Heart Broke All Over Again. I

I Was No Cherokee. I Was No Warrior. I Was Nobody Special. I Was Just A Girl, Scared And Angry. When I Saw Myself In Daddy Glen's Eyes, I Wanted To Die. No, I Wanted To Be Already Dead, Cold And Gone. Everything Felt Hopeless. He Looked At Me And I Was Ashamed Of Myself. It Was Like Sliding Down An Endless Hole, Seeing Myself At The Bottom, Dirty, Ragged, Poor, Stupid.

Women Lose Their Lives Not Knowing They Can Do Something Different. Men Eat Themselves Up Believing They Have To Be The Thing They Have Been Made. Children Go Crazy. Really, Even Children Go Crazy, Believing The Shape Of The Life They Must Live Is As Small And Mean And Broken As They Are Told.

Two Or Three Things I Know For Sure, And One Of Them Is That If We Are Not Beautiful To Each Other, We Cannot Know Beauty In Any Form.

Behind My Carefully Buttoned Collar Is My Nakedness, The Struggle To Find Clean Clothes, Food, Meaning, And Money. Behind Sex Is Rage, Behind Anger Is Love, Behind This Moment Is Silence, Years Of Silence.

It's Important To Set Challenges That You're Not Sure You're Equal To.