I am not hurt by the men that have entered my vagina and destroyed any dreams of being loved unconditionally
I'm really not hurt by the many a times I've bled out in public toilets and strangers bedsheets
Honestly, I'm not hurt by the number of men that have ransack my safe haven and left me for the dead
Impurifying my womanhood and staining my adulthood with empty promises evoked by tongue twisting, deep throating, lip biting nights.
I'm hurt by the one who carried me full term
Stayed home during the festive season just after the country became democratic
The one who was chased down Xigodini ground all because hers was to wild to keep it shut.
I'm hurt by the one who can walk past me, carrying a disgusted look and Yes, the one who without effort and unconscious of her selfish pride, demonic vibe, the one whose ancestors ripped my womb and made me carry the dead for 3 days.
A wild wind rages inside of me
A storm brews inside of me
And no amount of "it'll be okay", will ever be sufficient for the childhood love I so deserve...
