I Do Not Need You

I will never be your damsel in distress
will never need you to change my tire
fold me up into the safety of your pocket
walk me home under the cover of your shadow
or tell those boys outside the bar to settle down.

No, I might not need a knight in shining armor
but that doesn’t mean I won’t want you to be one.

I will never need your hands on my body
My own hands know the curves and crevices
the tempo, the beat, the crescendo
that leaves me breathless in an ecstasy all my own
with no illusion of feigned afterglow.

No, I might not need your hands on my body
but that doesn’t mean I won’t want them to touch me.

I will never need you to save me
I have spent years digging my way up from trenches
dusting myself off, lifting my chin in determination
to fight yet another battle down the road.
I learned long ago to be my own salvation.

No, I might not ever need you to save me
but that doesn’t mean I won’t want to kneel in your presence.

As a woman, I am strong, resilient, and stubborn
I am wrought with battle scars and war paint
My voice is loud and refuses to soften or grow silent
in an effort to give lip service to your ego
that only knows how to be strong when you are needed.

No, I do not need you. Will not need you.
but that doesn’t mean I won’t want you.

Crave you.
Desire you.
Feel my head spinning with the very idea of you.

No, this is so much more than need.
This is me – confident, unwavering, relentless, brave – me
fully capable of living this life without you

and choosing not to.

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