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Nicole Mulasi Aug 2020
He loves me. I know he does
Mama been shouting since she got here
Crying, begging and pleading for me to see the light.
I don't get why she thinks I'm blinded because I'm not.
Me lying on a hospital bed is no reason for her to wail about, he won't **** me.
They keep telling me to leave him, but I can't
Why should I be the one to walk away?
If anybody gets to leave it's the demon that should go
The demon that posseses him when he chokes the life out of me
Beating and kicking on me till I pass out.
In all that I remember the good times.
The times when he makes love to me, worshipping my body, holding me like a he is afraid I'm going to break, that's my man.
The one that wakes up early to give me breakfast in bed every Saturday morning
The one that makes me laugh in an unladylike manner, snort and all but still calls me beautiful, that's my man.
And I love him.
I stay not because of the apologies he gives when he lashes out in jealousy over my association with men,
I stay not because of children because as you can see, I have none
I stay because I love him.
As I lie on this bed listening to my mother begging me to leave him before he kills me,
Tears running down my cheeks, not because of the pain my body feels
But because of the pain momma will feel when I tell her that I'm not leaving.
I love him.
The poem is about a lady who is in an abusive relationship but still chooses to stay...... When I wrote it I was somewhat confused on how I'd react in that kind of situation. Is leaving owk? What if I stay?
Nicole Mulasi Jul 2020
I'm haunted
Pushed into a corner I followed a path my soul never supported.
I walked away too quickly to notice the damage
Hid from the pain, I fled from my hurt
Continuing with life like it never happened
Pretending like it was never there
But oh my soul is haunted
My womb feels the emptyness
Missing the seed I plucked out unripe
Missing the child I gave up on
Now I howl in an unladylike manner in secret
I could have done better
Oh I mourn for the child I never got to hold.
I mourn from the fruit I threw away
Begging the Almighty to return my child but I know it's futile
How shallow I've become, that I stooped so low
I mourn for the child I never got to name
I'm haunted by my choice
I'm haunted by my loss
The pain reverberates in my veins
I mourn in silence for I acted in private
With no one to hold and lean on
Bit by bit my soul sinks
Oh Mama I'm haunted
The poem is about a girl who is going through post abortion stress. And since it was done in private she can't talk her pain away

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