When You Don’t Have Much,

People Write To Me All The Time, And I Write Back.

All These Types Of Love Come Out Of Duty, Respect, And Gratitude. Most Of Them, As The Women In My County Know, Are Sources Of Sadness, Rupture, And Brutality.

You Make Choices That Are Good And Sound, But The Gods Have Other Plans For You.

People Say You Need To Be Strong, Smart, And Lucky To Survive Hard Times, War, A Natural Disaster, Or Physical Torture. But I Say Emotional Abuse—anxiety, Fear, Guilt, And Degradation—is Far Worse And Much Harder To Survive.

My Heart Is Empty & My Life Has No Value Anymore. Each Moment A Thousand Tears.