The last time I saw my period, my feelings were minding thier bussiness and my breast swayed without a flick of pain.
(A letter to every woman)
A woman’s relevance, rises above the pointing heads of misconceptions , belief’s, and traditions,
TALES OF A BLACK WOMAN..ISSUE 4
Dark areola’s, nausea and two red lines were enough evidence to throw the words “I’M PREGNANT ”
The sole mother solo and alone, looking at her child, the product of her submissiveness, closed in her innocence she reminiscences her last encounter of bonding in between the sheets,
“Come” he said, it was one of those invites I was supposed to dance at as my brain cells knew him as my uncle,
I wish I told you before our feelings became familiar friends that my sexuality bagged a problem,
That I couldn’t be the man deep into romantic interactions because my masculinity was kidnapped in the chattering footsteps of that “assault”.