my fathers lesson

Men have taught me my entire life

That I am inherently of no value.

That it is my body which determines my worth

And if it is of no use to them

Then neither am I.

 

When I speak of this

Everyone assumes it is poor partners who taught me this.

And while yes,

The abuse I faced as a child at the hands of much older boyfriends

Reinforced this idea,

It was my father who taught me it first.

 

It was my father who told me

Men will not have me if I do not give my body

(But do not give too much,

Because everyone will fuck a slut

But nobody will marry her).

It was my father who taught me I was of no value,

When he would hit me as punishment for crimes I did not commit, 

And the blame would somehow be on me.

My father gave me this lesson

By belittling and humiliating me in front of friends and family.

I learned that being a woman

Makes me less

When he would look down his nose at the women around me.

 

In truth,

It was my father who set me up for the atrocities committed against me

That my teenage self would allow.

He blames me for my victimhood,

Tells me it is my fault for allowing it,

But is the one who taught me to allow it.

He taught me to allow it 

When he would hit me and scream at me

And told me defending myself was disrespect.

He taught me to allow it

Because I am a woman

And women are less.

 

Unlearning this has been the most difficult part of adulthood.

Teaching myself that my femininity, 

Or lack thereof,

Does not make me less.

That I do not deserve abuse for my humanity and mistakes

Simply because my womanhood paints me an easy target.

To hold myself with strength,

To not seek forgiveness for taking my own side.

To not accept screaming and violence as part of my life and relationships.

 

These lessons are the most difficult I have learned.

Still am learning.

And I only wish my father had taught me these ones instead.