Womb Justice

‘Where’s your kids at? I have mine. Time is ticking.’ – known imbecile

Gone are the days that people are proud of you for all you’ve accomplished, starting from the pits of society. Don’t seek them as they’ve been eradicated.

My credentials are visible to those that wish to see them. I’m not a foghorn or a viral social media post. I’m Unique.

I’ve spent a lot of time focused on my interests. I’m assigning large quantities of time to my creative pursuit. Makes no difference in the eyes of a known individual who recently mocked my womb.

A womb that is ageing with each passing year, ridiculed for not yet producing offspring.  *Don’t take a moment to see if a woman is medically okay!

Air your deep thoughts during a discussion about facilities in a household that is not shared. They felt it was fair to desecrate on my womb credentials – ‘time is ticking.’

There are some people throughout my life that I’ve stepped back from and stopped talking to. The cut-off. The known individual has been added to this category of ignorance.

No woman should be made to feel inadequate based on the thoughts of an ignorant form of existing life.

No woman should be made to feel useless because their womb has yet to bare seeds.

No woman’s education should be discarded because known individuals believe women belong in the kitchen and caring for children.

No woman should have to experience the levels of disrespect that I recently went through.

To the known individual,

Your comments shot through my existence ten-fold. I’ll never forgive your ignorance.

The fact you feel your docile mind has any room in the world to comment on any womb is beyond me.

Your current partner has a womb.

Your daughter has a womb.

Will you impose the same taunts onto them?

I wonder if your role was reversed and you experience the nightmares many women face. If you’ll still make scornful comments.

I’ll never forgive your Incomprehension on mindfulness and basic respect.

Always remember your comments and do express them to your partner and your daughter if ever they face similar womb trials and tribulations.

I believe in equality and fairness.

Don’t stop being sexist on account of my womb.

Regards,

Unique

Free

I run through the dark forests and no fear resides within.

The birds chant over my head.

Crow flies silently above the treetops.

I remove myself from your pool of toxicity. I breathe.

Explanation Unique?

No.

I owe nothing to no one.

I pay myself in time and appreciation.

The tone of your voice no longer lingers around my thoughts. Forgotten.

I don’t quite recall the shade of your iris.

Hit different.

My mind rests easily upon my mind. I carry it with pride.

The ants march underfoot and look up to catch a glimpse of my deep brown eyes and the glimmers of Crows sapphire blue stares.

I stop at a cliff edge and bellow out all the pain I’ve been holding onto: ‘please don’t deny me!’

Crow lands on my right shoulder, claws deepen into my muscle. Blood flows down my right breast and between my armpit.

Tears bleed out and the scenic image around me is now tinted with red.

I turn my head right and kiss Crow on his head. Bloody tears drip onto his ebony shaded feathers.

I look behind at the forest, then up to the sky.

‘It hit different!’ I cry.

And like that with no apprehension, I leap out and we both plummet through the misty confusion you cursed me with. I hear you crying. It warms my heart, speed picks up and I look at Crow – he’s smiling.

A rock scraps my left ankle. My bloody tears jump and float above us

Into the skies, deep into our universe and sprinkle across our sun

The evidence we never aligned.

With grey slapping my face I whisper ‘please don’t deny me.’

The fog clears and presents a deep blue pool of nothingness. Crow and I plunge into the icy waters.

The liquid clears every speck of blood away from us. My vision is clear, I see black!

I see black.

I see only black.

Then I turn to my right and see two glows from Crow’s sapphire blue eyes. He looks up and they beam out the most intense blue light.

We drift up, breaking through the surface of the water

Crow bellows out ‘and then Unique was free, and then Unique was free and then Unique was free!’

The icy water forces us into the sky and through our universe – we both hit the centre of the sun.

Over

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How did I arrive here?

When did I start to detest you?

[You hurt me]

I hear you want my magic, again.

I feel you miss me.

I know you need us.

Only over my dead body…

When did I become so lost?

Why did I lose focus?

How did love get so stale?

[You stabbed me 33 times]

I know you want to hold me.

I sense you genuinely care.

I heard you call my mind out.

Over my dead body…

When did I forget who I am?

How did I fail to acknowledge the red flags?

Why did I swipe right on you?

[You disrespected our relationship]

I know you’d never have left me.

I hurt from the mental abuse.

I cry for the physical detriment.

Over my dead body…

To feel my heart beating was a privilege you’ll never experience again.

To have my fine elixir drown your handsome face will never be repeated in this life or the next.

To hear my voice whisper how amazing you are will remain a pretty dream you have before my presence in your life haunts you.

Now I know your mind is defeated, I can sleep with ease.

Rest In Peace

Unique

Rain

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With my tears, I could flood a whole city.

I always paid attention to you.

April 22nd I cut that lifeline.

I cut you out of my life.

I was your line.

Emotions poured out like a river running wild, transforming into a tsunami and breaking the rules around love and the living.

Cascading through the area and hoping the glue melts away.

I held you up and gave you my energy.

You floated away and came back with new sight.

I see not your blue eyes.

I see not your grey eyes.

I see not your green eyes.

I can’t stop this!

I need to explode, rather implode on myself. I’m expressing today, I’m expressing.

At my knees, my tears caress my calves. The fragrance is cherry…I used to kiss you with cherry flavoured Carmex.

I lay on my bed and feel my tears submerge my thoughts.

9 times out of 10 I’m in my feelings…

With the negative memories you left behind, I lift the roof off my home and let the tears of the hurt ones pour in like rain.

I’m weighed down to the bed as my heart is heavy and drowning in memories seems fitting.

Enough

He told me I was more than enough.

He stomped on my heart.

He cut through and now I’m permanently scarred.

Now I think about it daily and its old news.

He told me that I’m not enough.

It cut so deep I bleed out.

I fell apart.

From my core…I didn’t know before.

Feelings could be so powerful.

Devil in the form of a bull.

You said this, ‘Unique, I want you in my life forever! I know no one like you.’

He trampled across my wrists, his hooves fragmenting my bones.

He squeezed my throat; I lost my voice. He once told me my voice was beautiful.

He lied to my eyes – most of the texts he composed were made up happenings.

Surprised when he caught me off guard.

I’m now covered in scars and I can’t hide them.

He told me I’m more than enough before he crushed my ankles with the weight of his disrespect.

He fooled me twice and it’s all my fault.

I let a wild bull storm into my life and intoxicate me.

I was more than enough.

He was my homie I thought.

He was my love I thought.

He was my everything I thought.

His horns pierced into my eyes, gauging out the only good vision I had left of him.

Devil in the form of a bull.

Bittersweet Support

I know what my purpose in life is and I’m aware of my journey. I’m not obliged to share that with anyone.

Yes, I use various forms of social media. But when did I agree to be posting on the Gram all day every day? I don’t like the assumptions you’ve made of me.

To repeat, you stated that I should have thousands of followers…why? I post when I feel like posting, my life does not revolve around social-media. Why do you feel that my presence online validates my self-worth? ‘Attention is the greatest evil of all time.’

Before social-media talent was recognised and spoken of, word by glorious word. Since social media, you are known for pouring milk over your ass during a live-stream. You gain loads of followers, you continue to post what they like to see.

You judge me.

You judge ME!

In your mind, my creativity has no meaning.

My education is worthless – I should be earning millions by now.

That’s not the way the world works.

It doesn’t phase you that I’m happy with my progression in life, you don’t even know my struggle, my nightmares, my strife! But you judge me, severely so.

‘How come you don’t have many followers then?’

Its 2020 and despite what you do in life, and no matter the sparkling fact that you’re in your own lane – of you don’t have millions of followers on social media, your purpose in life means NOTHING.

*What a close one stated last weekend.

Sunday

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!

But what of a day that you wish to remain uncomplicated.

What happens when you pray, anyway? Elaborate further, please?

I think aloud sometimes and alone more often than not.

I remember the last time I prayed; it was back in 2013.

Sunday is the day of rest, but where is rest found in this era?

Viruses are spreading all around us and a resolution no sooner!

They say to pray every day, come together and unite as one.

This is the day that the Lord has made.

I recall asking, begging, pleading for him to save.

I cried while holding your little body in my arms; I cried for your life; you had not been given a chance to live. I cry for your memories – Every heartbeat counts.

I knew then God only existed as a word in print.

They say to pray every day, especially Sunday!