“It hurts only once” my mother told me, “the first time, then the pain goes. It’s how we’re built.” It was a mid summer night and the baton of womanhood was being passed down to me, as it has been for generations.
Tag: hurts
Pack your bags. Leave.
You might call me impractical, but I’m saying run. Leave, I’m begging you to pack as little you can, buy whatever ticket you find and fly. Do it now before he hurts you, before this job consumes you, before your parents constantly need you.
The hardest of goodbyes.
I type as I sit in my practical class, just two weeks short of graduating from college. It’s here. I got here and I don’t even know how. I’m in a city that slowly became home, among people who I slowly learnt to make mine and here I am, slowly preparing my goodbyes. Saying bye…
What does your journey home cost you?
Think about it, we all say people are complicated but the heart needs something as simple as someone looking forward to your arrival. And isn’t home perpetually waiting for you to come back?
Almost Like the Blues. 