Who We Are: The Truth 1: Cutting the Chord

By Andrea Aviles Torres (‘23)

I have come to terms with not being yours.
The collar I left on my neck kept my mouth dry.
I find myself, see myself, know myself, in the heat
Of your absence. The burning skin I tore away from your unworthy hands, feels
Clean, and new. It is who I can become in all my godlike
Glory. A beacon of power. A woman.