Sorry.

Hey lady, I have something to say to you. I am sorry.

Sorry for being the insensitive boyfriend who never bothered to ask you if you were ready.

Sorry for being the perverted stalker blinded by his desperation and thirst.

Sorry for being the dominating husband who thought you were his servant.

Sorry for being the arrogant brother and promising to protect you.

Sorry for being the sick passerby with that lecherous face.

Sorry for being the father who corrected you instead of his son.

Sorry for being that society uncle who slut shamed you for coming home late.

Sorry for being that boss who coerced you into bed.

Sorry for being that teacher who tried to grope you in class.

Sorry for being weak enough to take advantage of the drunk you.

Sorry for thinking you are less capable, weak, vulnerable, inferior and a good for nothing object.

Sorry for being that filthy animal who has always thought of you as no more than your breasts and vagina.

Most importantly, sorry for being deaf to your 'NO'.

There's a lot more I have done to hold you back, for I fear one day you may rise. I think this is it and so it's time for me to say-

I AM SORRY.

But you need to know this about yourself, lady:

You're beautiful. You're a fighter.

Yes, you can break the norm.

You have the fire and you are the storm. 

You're powerful and capable and brave and enviable. You're elegant and bold.

You are fearless and motivated and you don't need to be told.

Yet you are what holds you back and you're the change you have been waiting for so long.

You are limited by your dreams and very very strong.

You are at the end of the tunnel and you are the light.

You are just a free bird waiting to take flight.

So just go out there and write your story, for you there is no unachievable feat.

It's time for you to rise and grab the driving seat.