Untitled - Poem by Paola Nkwuzor
Honestly I just wrote this out of nowhere.
The curves on her body told me that she had a better chance at getting a boyfriend than me.
The bling on his neck told me that I was nothing but a child to him, and he wouldn’t settle for anything less that a dime piece that can walk out the door with almost no clothing on and could turn him out in the bedroom as long as he made sure the rims were still spinning, and the checks were still coming.
The roll of her neck and the smacking of her teeth told me that she could start as much drama to leave 50 people dead.
The whip of her belt against my soft skin that was roughed up because of all the beatings I received told me that if I didn’t put myself in line she would without any hesitation.
The stares of the people in front of me and the giggles from the people behind me told me that I would never fit in.
But the admiration in HIS eyes and the encouragements that slipped from his lips told me that I meant a lot to HIM.
The love in my daughter’s eyes told me that she loved me, and she accepted for exactly who I was.
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