‘Why can’t you be like other women?’
‘Why can’t you smile more?’
‘Why do you think so much of yourself?’
‘Why won’t you throw your worth on the floor?’
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Why?
Why?
Why?
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His ‘whys’
Shriveled up
My insides, and
Dried up the garden
Between my thighs.
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The ‘whys’ sounded like the whines
Of a little child,
With a half-formed mind.
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Why couldn’t he accept
That I was sublime?
Why did he despise
The wonder
That I am?
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Written by
Ivie M. Eke 2018.
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