1.
Those eyes
So brown,
No!
Almost hazel
Yes, hazel
So beautiful
That boyish smile
That brings into union those which are the windows to one’s soul
To form a doorway
To one’s sacred god self
How can any woman resist
Let alone me
A naïve little girl
The first son to my adoring parents
How am I to resist your smooth charm?
When in my virtuous purity
I so desperately need to express my femininity
The femininity in me that I am too afraid to know
The sensuality I am too afraid to explore
Because although I am a girl
I may as well be my parents’ first son
I can do no wrong
I have never thought myself pretty or attractive
Even though everyone else thinks so
Perhaps it is my caramel skin
Or my dark, curly, soft hair
Or the brown freckles on my nose and cheeks?
Is it my wide toothy smile
Or perhaps my hourglass figure?
Is it my long slender fingers?
Or maybe it’s my pointy nose?
Perhaps it’s a combination of all those things.
I can’t know because whatever it is, I don’t see it myself
He stares at me
Makes as if to reach for my luxurious afro
But I guess he changes his mind because he drops his hand to his side
Before he reaches it
He smiles at me and shakes his head
There’s that disarming smile again
I am trembling
And my face is burning
Can he somehow see through my skirt?
Can he see the wetness between my thighs?
Is it dripping down my legs?
My face gets even redder and hotter
What does he think of me?
I fidget and ask him if he wants a pamphlet
He takes one
Slowly and lightly strokes my fingers as he does so
She steps up next to me & introduces herself
I wish was as confident as she is
She’s a real woman my sister
Has an easy way with men
But of course she does
She’s a real woman
Her smile
Her laugh
Her gestures
So inviting
So seductive
So un-me and yet…
All me
On the inside
She tells him I am single
Tells him I like him
I want to die
But then he tells her he likes me too
He wants to get to know me
My heart skips a beat
Before it breaks out into song
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2.
He is charming
Hypnotizing
He is beautiful
Older
Much older
And worldly
He is irresistible
& yet…
Here I am
Resisting
His kisses are no longer sweet
His touch no longer tender
His voice no longer gentle
My moans have turned into screams
My glee into terror
My beautiful moment into a horror show
My wetness into desert
Wait!
I start to feel the wetness again
But this time it’s blood
“Are you sure you said no?” she asks
“But what else did you think he wanted? He is not a boy but a man” she says
“Don’t worry, you don’t fall pregnant from your first time” she adds
First time?
Is one’s first time meant to be stolen?
Ripped out from one’s tight grip?
Is it meant to hurt, defile and destroy?
Am I overreacting?
Is she right? Am I a prude?
Yes, she’s right.
After all sex is what real women do
I am a woman now
Soon to be a mother
And yet… still a girl
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3.
Your eyes
Your beautiful and open smile
I get it
It makes sense
Who can resist you?
But… at the same time
Who could ever hurt you?
I never thought you strong
It took your leaving for me to see your strength
To know you
To know myself
To know true love
The love you searched for since my conception
The love you never found
The search for which you have continued
Even long after you’ve been gone
Every day you had to fight
Fight for love
His love
Mine
Fight with the limitless love you had for us both
His heart was made of stone
Not meant to feel
But to hurt
Hurt you
Hurt me
Hurt everyone
It continued to hurt you
While his smile continued to charm
Give you false hope
Not for yourself
But for me
His touch never again got tender
His words never softer
His kisses never sweeter
He continued to rape and pillage
Even long after he had defeated your body
You were a child
& he a man
A man you loved
For so long but oh so wrong
No matter how much he hurt you
No matter how much he hurt your children
You still loved him
Because that is all you knew to do
Love
Your strength was also your weakness
Your sacrifice your betrayal
You had done what couldn’t be undone all those years ago
& yet you fought to the death
To make that wrong right
The wrong done to you not by you
You were stronger than you thought
You are stronger still, than you realize
You are a warrior
Your love continues to be your greatest weapon
It is powerful
It is eternal
It continues to achieve the things you set out to do before you left
It took you leaving for me to see it
To feel it
It shields me
It nourishes me
It guides me
And all I can hope for is to love the way you love
Not fearlessly
But courageously
Not foolishly but relentlessly
Not selfishly but sacrificially
Because although I did not know, neither did I understand, all the wars you had to fight back then
I know and understand them now
Although I did not know just how much hatred and evil you had to take in back then
I now know how much love you gave back out
Anger, violence, fear, betrayal and evil surround my creation
But love, kindness, selflessness, forgiveness, strength and perseverance my germination & growth
It is those things that I will hold on to
The things I will nurture and grow
The things I will fight to keep alive within me
Because although the things he brought into my existence are a part of me
I will not let them survive or find a home within me
It is the things that you brought into my existence that are the legacy that you left me
The legacy I want to hold on to
And when all is said and done
And we have reached the end of this journey
I will come before you
And offer this legacy back up to you
In thanks and in love
Not as the child you left
But as the woman you hoped I would grow into
© Doreen Victoria Gaura/ Colouredraysofgrey, 2013