I ATE MY FIRST SLICE OF PAIN IN MY FATHERS FOUR WALLS

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June 14, 2021
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June 14, 2021

I ATE MY FIRST SLICE OF PAIN IN MY FATHERS FOUR WALLS

Written by Aminat Bintaabdulrasheed

Like the drawn vacuum moment
I am half a golden melon
Bashed and matched in the hands of human mockery
And my ears cannot distinguish between the drizzling whispers at home and echoes above mountains
My father’s lap is a carved site of charcoal
Burning through my fragile flowers as I forcefully withered into his abbs
He said, silence!

& Home used to be a comfort ladder to heaven
But when my father found love in my black body; I said farewell to sanity
Fruits fell and water spilled

When he poured me some cup of burning sensations
My lake transformed to a lagoon and I became the arrested breath of a dying child
Entrapped,
My father said silence again as I ate my first slice of pain from home

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