One Pamela Pusumane on Whisper and the Roar
I have never been good with emotions but I’m an artist with fists.
Sometimes I prefer beating myself up with a bottle
Because Mommy said that’s how you make beautiful canvases.
She would say, “Life ain’t a fairytale,” because someone
has to do the dirty work of mining the pixie dust.
On nights where I became a home for dear mother
She would tell me how pixie dust was made out of
broken dreams, hearts, homes, and all that God did not deem worthy.
From that day on, I have mastered the skill of hiding bruises.
Being black and blue means you’re closer to being ash. Pixie dust.
I have come to accept that my lover’s hands are like a boomerang
Always thrown in my face and quick to come back
Because that is how God answers her prayers.
Quick, and with such passion for those whom she loves.
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