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I grew up in awe of women. I was raised by a dynamic, intelligent, incredible woman. Despite her own hardships, she always made sure my brother and I had room to dream.
When I was 12, I had a stepdad who was physically abusive toward her. I couldn't understand how he could do what he did. I felt helpless. I felt entirely powerless to protect my hero. I was so full of anger, hurt, and confusion. I am sharing this because I know my feelings were only a tiny fraction of what she was feeling. And they still shook my world. Yet, she never poured her pain onto my brother and I. Instead, she helped us with our homework, made sure we were eating healthy, and made sure we knew we were loved.
To all the women sharing their stories of #metoo thank you.
I can't imagine how you feel.
But I can tell you I am in awe of your courage, your strength, your grace, and your dynamism.
This poem, "She's Not Mine, is for you.
New York, New York