I wonder at which point they decided to mutilate you. To teach you how to be a man.
I wonder whether it was your mother or your father who held the needle that sewed your lips shut.
Leaving no access to your heart.
I want to hear your hidden song.
I want to hear you say my name like it was gonna break you. I want to hear your cry.
I want to hear the love you swear you have for me.
It needs to come alive with your voice.
That's the only way I can feel it.
But you don't understand. You're a man.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry''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
