Then let the star be.
You diluted the majesty
that flows from her lips.
…the ever present threat that brought me is not over.
I beg to excuse myself, to the bathroom, to check my phone.
Sometimes, when I dream,
I wake up as nothing short of
A Proud African Woman.
But, I’ve always been short.
And I can’t paint my skin…
with their husbands names,
hidden under their teeth…
…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’
Bite your tongue, until it
bleeds iron tasting kisses, onto him.
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…
Acceptance, and especially self acceptance can be hard to come by. More often than not, people will point out things that differentiate you from them. As you get older, it becomes easier to stand by your own principles and decisions. The full list of ways that I feel blessed to have grown up is: 1….
I am forced to admit, that I am quite a sporadic writer. I woke up the other morning, at three thirty, jumped out of bed and scrambled for a pen and lots of paper. I had to write about growing up, something I am suddenly very happy I’ve managed to do. Perhaps, one day, when…