Night Terrors
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
…we were all told not to speak of it.
But in the night, these memories haunt, lips sealed, we see each other different.
nikifunga shuka
Ndio kiuno irudi
Do side bends, or sit ups,
Its not from shame, or because
I’m unhappy…
. 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.
In our ideology of morality,
Silence is the right answer.
Ariel was my role model,
If she could become human,
Then I could be a little mermaid.
And true loves kiss could save me from anything!
So, while the NAN can tells me,
that mothers milk is best.
It’s not accepted, in public,
For me to pull out my breast…