No with myself, because I felt like I disappointed, like I needed to explain what I did wrong. But I had the miscarriage. I was the one bleeding through the board room seat. I was the one running to the bathroom every 20 minutes to stuff myself with pads, toilet paper through all the tears. And I was the one who apologized for not leading the meeting, for the client complaining to you for my silence. I was the one who promised I would come back to work.
As soon as I got off the plane from NYC to LA. I was the one on all fours in a hotel room giving birth. Screaming to my love and him crying and angry that I was alone.
And where were you? Who are you?!
As I came back to work two days later, you reprimanded me for an unsuccessful trip. And sympathized by giving me the weekend off. I was back at work on Monday. Fuck you! For you are a mother and woman. Fuck you for making me mistrust other women.
Fuck you because men are wrong, but you are worse because you forsake us and things won’t change until you do, we do.
Dear, Leslie and Renee
And I’m sorry that you two have been hurt by our society, so much so that you forget, we are sisters, not rivals. That to be a president you must lose your femininity and strength.
- Anonymous
