Do It Right
Whenever im in public with my nephew
A generation of atleast a decade older than my current
Observe as Im flushed with hapiness
They see the bond between me and this child
As we hold hands tightly
So delicate
Dare to disturb the nucleus of the interlocked hands
As if a proton has been displaced
From its locus
Going off like a nuclear bomb
A cry of a child
They see the resemblence
As young as I am
Its inevitable to stop and ask
Is this your child
Such a cute boy they add
I look at them with resentment
One eye brow raised above the other
Not to be disrespectful but what the hell
I take a second glance
Not to the woman standing next to the man asking such a disturbing question
But to myself
I mean
im not thin
Im far from being thick
But then again my hips are not the child bearing hips that my biology text book describes
With these hips i would have probably died giving birth
On a different day, hour, second of the same week
I met a certain individual in a store
Made the same assumption about the child
Rolled my eyes
Said no
My nephew
Sorry he said
Annoyed!
But you know kids these days he pointed out
The man has a point
It came to me in a form of an epiphany
Why are kids having kids
Somebody call the paramedic
Cause this is an emergency
But if I dont sleep with him he will leave me
I dont want him to cheat
I know im ready
Im the only virgin in my circle of friends
I just wanna get over with
9 months later ur friends and him turn their backs on u
U run to the people you call mom and dad
Raised u in a christian household
Tattooed it all over your forehead
That No sex before marriage
Knowing the pains and problems that come with life
U decide to wipe it off with ignorance and selfish desires
Let me digress a bit
I cannot understand
And yet not fully comprehend why as kids we choose to please our friends
Over our parents will
Our parents hands speak in volumes
Every scratch and every bruise tell a story
About the times life hit them in the guts
And reminded their lungs of how much they like the taste of air
Our parents are our living ancestors
We can learn a lot from them
Girls stop selling your soul
In exchange of cheap love and affection
This is your life
You only get to do it once
Do it right
Copyright © Shamell Gabolekwe | Year Posted 2014
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