Source: The Kind Of Love
When food smudges are no longer
Romantic to wipe off…
My too much is now static.
And, you’re chilled out, like that’s
how its supposed to be.
with their husbands names,
hidden under their teeth…
Life, and its participants
may choose, as they choose,
I choose you.
. To know, that that act was possible, and in plain view of other human beings, has broken me in ways that I’m yet to learn how to express.
…the feminists reading this, may be wondering why I would be posting on such a strange topic. Wondering why the objectification of men, should even come up, when the objectification of women is so rampant, so bill board loud.
. The morality of victim is always called into question. I think my story, can easily be summed up as ‘alijipeleka’
In our ideology of morality,
Silence is the right answer.
Bite your tongue, until it
bleeds iron tasting kisses, onto him.