I see your face everywhere haunting me til I can’t tell which man is actually you. But is there even a difference? Because he who drives past me in the morning, breaking neck to check me out as I try to just walk my dog and live, is causing a traffic accident in my heart as it stops for just a second, wondering, is it going to happen again? And he who walks too close behind me in the store seeming to watch my every move causes my stomach to move upside down, flip, turn, twist and wish my scream wasn’t caught in my throat so I can actually call for help this time. And he who says he’s my friend and just wants to share a piece of his soul with mine is actually trying to find his way into taking a piece of me, however he can, to add another notch in his belt. You see, when you took a piece of me I had to learn how to leave my body behind, escape inside my mind to hide from the ways your body claimed mine even though I said, “no.” You wouldn’t take “no” for an answer and swore you were justified as you pretended to be my master. But you weren’t. You never were. You were always just a skeleton of a man trying desperately to flesh himself out by taking my flesh out and wearing it like a sheepskin to cover your inner lone wolf. At least, you’d like to think you’re that fierce and strong, but really your cackle is nothing more than a hyena’s cry as he scrambles for scraps from another’s kill. And so is that of every man that wears your face and races after me, one of many potential notches. But I’m not your trophy to win. I’m not their game to play. I am a person. So even though your ghost follows me reminding me that you stole my sense of security, I still have my sense of me. I know who I am. I know what I’m worth, and it’s more than glances over my shoulder and brass knuckle keys and avoiding certain places at certain times so no one can say the fault was mine. No. I am a person. I deserve a life. I am worth loving and fighting for and I am loving and fighting for every girl that wears a face like mine hoping to never find her own ghost.