I Know Why I Had to Stand

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I never wanted only a toy or a machine body,

Nor a touch or whisper that fades with night,

I wanted someone to see my pure soul,

And hold my heart with gentle light.

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I wanted to be accepted,

And have someone help me find my way,

Not for beauty, youth, skin, or wealth,

But for the woman I am each day.

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I wanted someone who would listen,

When words were difficult to say,

Someone who could read my silence,

And never simply walk away.

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I wanted peace and love beside someone,

A place where I could just be me,

Where love would never feel like fear or trespass,

And where my heart could breathe free.

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I wanted little acts of kindness,

A smile when I was feeling low,

A hand to hold me through the darkness,

A quiet “ I’m here dear ” to let me know.

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I wanted trust without suspicion,

Respect without jealousy or blame,

A love that never made me smaller,

A home where love could stay the same.

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I have known the weight of silence,

The wounds that no one else could see,

The pain of being slowly broken,

While pretending that I was free.

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So if I chose to walk away,

Don't call my courage something cheap,

You never knew the nights I cried,

Or all the promises I couldn't keep.

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And if someday I choose another,

Don't say I traded one for two,

Perhaps I simply found in someone,

What I had always needed from you.

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I wasn't searching for another body,

I was searching for a place of calm,

Where I could live with self-respect,

And wake without regret each dawn.

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I wanted love that felt like shelter,

Not chains disguised as romance,

A hand that never tried to own me,

But gave my wounded heart a chance.

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So judge me if you must,

With words you think you understand,

But I know the road that brought me here,

And I know why I chose to stand.

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I wanted more than passion,

More than moments lost in desire,

I wanted a love that gave me peace,

And never set my soul on fire.

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Because I am more than someone's woman,

More than a body someone claims,

I am a heart, a mind, a life,

And I deserve to be loved the same.

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I never wanted only sex,

I wanted to feel alive,

To be respected, heard, and cherished,

And finally have the space to thrive.



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