Flashback to 5 years ago,
You cross your legs cause they're getting too tall to be sitting on the wooden stool in the back kitchen.
Mom says it's time to leave home but you still feel small,
17 years of gladiating without a helmet has worn your head out.
You wonder if you'll ever make it out alive of the fighting pit you call a home,
the place where the lion eats alone cause he doesn't like to share.
5 days ago,
You are quietly sobbing on the subway train as you finally enter the light at the end of the tunnel.
And it was long, and it was hard, and it took countless of champions and man-made happiness.
But you still don't want all the things you wished for.
YOU ARE READING
Purple blush
Puisi''Everything you did to me, I remember. Mama, I made it out of your home alive, raised by the voices in my head. '' -Warsan Shire, Extreme girlhood
