I broke my lips at the touch of joy as it kissed my skin,
blood poured out from open wounds as the memory of pain resurfaced into my head
I was awake but not awake
Asleep in my reality and awake in desires of life
I jumped on the bull and rode it till I climaxed in my fluids of self reflection
Then I hid my face from shame as it stared at me and said to me
Child you are now a woman
I hated the sound of my voice
She, they spoke in ancient languages as if they were the law and they read out my sins for me in a dark brown scroll
Shattered my inhibitions and sent me running down memory lane
A dark place I had locked in the red room
And when I opened it
I could hear the cry of a baby in the distant and the voice of my father telling me I was a very intelligent young girl
I cried my heart to sleep but it would not doze off so I stayed up and watched the moon make funny faces as it tried to cheer me up
But the night was cold and my bed was wet from all the tears I had cried during my awakening
They should have just let me be
I said
Now they have to deal with this wet mess of a woman
She is a bundle of salt and pepper
She is too heavy and hard to carry
Ode to her
For her expression of 'self' makes you walk in a hailstorm to get her back.
What is this memory is it real or is it imaginary...
Tell me it's neither.
Truths 25
