They'll Say I Enjoyed It

I spent a week and a half working on this one. A week and a half asking myself questions I didn't want to ask and didn't want to answer. How much of my heartbreak is built on my own complicity? How many of my own humiliations have I played co-pilot to? Why does it keep happening? What have I done to turn myself into a commodity?

In Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston wrote "If you are silent in your pain, they'll kill you and say you enjoyed it."

And I think an important thing to keep in mind about silence, in this case, is that it can be easily, simply, gracefully, and even quietly broken.