Mistaken Poem by Tricia Whyte

First thing first, who I am?
I am no lady
Never had time to be a girl
They told me I am beautiful
And push me into this world

First came love, then sex
I remember thinking; what's next,
I now shamefully admit
I became a part of the system
Where his touch made me his victim

It is not the same he said she said
Not the same love gone bad
It is the case of broken identity
When his touch caught me off guard

He came to me like a thief in the night
Took my essence and my fore sight
I could not see beyond his love
That there will be no white dove

He gave me what I needed
I gave him all I had
He told me that he was leaving
I thought I would be glad

What is left is barely enough
After this sudden rebuff
His touch broke everything inside
To allow loneliness to reside

I have no wings, so I can't fly
I have no tears, so I never cry
I have no faith, so there is no entity
This is a case of mistaken identity

Today I am a just a woman without her touch
His hands no longer love me
Now I say, what is, will be
To the love that never made history