Posted By Afro-Awesome Guest contributor
On Jan 22, 2019
By Iah Moon
I watched you walk down the aisle, I took your hand and you tattooed secret curses all over my chest, wrists and every curve on my body. Betrayel at first touch.
The choir sang hymns of social acceptance in notes of patriarchy
As I was baptized in waters of dysphoria
Sealed therein with tattooed curses
Causing my blood to boil with anxiety
My heart gambles with my lifeline
My mind is addicted to playing Russian Roulette with no missing bullets
Now, I watch you walk down the aisle…
I leave you stranded at the alter, with curses in your hand
The choir sings hymns of silence
I choose my happiness and my truth over sacrificing myself in the name of your happiness.
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