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Dirty Dancing

I dance with contradictions
Acclaim the woman I aught to be
whilst hanging on a rope
This man moves to my body
heavily overcrowding

I smile
I conform
He the master
owns everything I have

she doesn’t tingle

she grabs her bags
says we’re leaving but I stay

this man is gentle

she doesn’t tingle…

holds her breath
tightens her fists
as he explores my inner most parts
his hands moist

I’m comfortable with this
with the gentle man who has given himself rights over me than to run from those who colour me blue
color me rainbow
colour me a woman who says no

my legs have grown tired from running but she’s tense
she reminds me of Dora the explora
how uncle found honey where bees don’t live …

She screams

I tighten fists
My legs won’t move

I’m on the floor

covered in colourful

His mother found me
In a state of confusion
Overripe and freshness bent itself
The contrast between the night and its stars
Blue blood isn’t an option its a choice
the willingness is to almost accept
is to breathe with permission

Today- his mother doesn’t ask questions…
she knows
as she covers my shame with a white towel
Places my head gently on her lap

I wonder if she knows …

I’m dead…

Today as the According to Stewie Le Savage family we are celebrating 16 days of activism against Gender Based Violence alongside Nubah. Thank you

Published by According to Stewie Le Savage

Tackling your day to day issues and introducing you to new people that might inspire you. Everything according to me #StewieLeSavage a self taught writer who believes that change is possible. Best Humanitarian Blog Award Winner for 2021 under the Zim Bloggers Awards.

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