Divorce

9Yrs 6mos and 21 days a slave

Tortured by love and kept down as I longed to be apart of you

Apart of something greater

Apart of a story bigger than myself

Foolishly believing that “all you need is love”

I could heal you with my love

I could impart God’s love

Agape love

I fed you while my soul bled dry

Long suffering the book says

Awaiting the day you would grow full

And impart back to me

Waiting… waiting still

All I received for my gracious sacrifice were more scars, more trauma responses, more PTSD, more hurt, more headache, more damage

So much so that I lost my faith in the process

Surely my God wouldn’t forsake me like… this?

Only after the succubus was chiseled away from the teet could I see how much I had starved

Wasted away like my dreams…

Deferred just as the raisin in the Sun

Here I now sit malnourished

Bent but not broken

Famished and fatigued but not forgotten

Damaged and bandaged but not dead

You were the weapon formed against me

But you did not prosper… lil b*tch

And just as boldly as Antoine Fisher proclaimed

“I’m still here! I’m still standing!”…

Lil B*tch