The Normal
You told me about her and how much she meant to you, I mean your wife because just like I am a
woman enough with only the difference we have between us being children.
Her hips cracked for your black dump ass, an ass which is a coward and a fatherless figure
Her hips cracked to give you children unlike I could give them to you but “Wait!”
I did not want my own hips to crack for what you called your normal for me to bare children for you
I am black, and I am a female
I have coiled and tangled hair, hair you can never run your fingers through unlike her chemicalized
smooth ones
I am a female capable of taking care of myself and your normal can never be you taking care of me
I feared you with my heart feeling pain every time I was in your presence
It was that Monday night which narrated why I was unease and that Tuesday morning I woke you up
to drive me, so I do not be late for my 7-5-day appointment
Something you were never used to doing or rather never done as you pry on those who are weak to
fight your corrupt mind
You called me in anger for what you feared I would unfold the truth you told me the Monday night
Your eyes wide like a devil’s child ready to take breath from my bones
See! I am so confused how you compared me the woman who gave birth to you and betrayed you in
return to save the woman you left beaten and she who was in need from your escape, the woman you
called your wife
Black normal man you called yourself
Black perfect man you portrayed yourself
Black abusive, cruel and a coward of a man I saw you
See! I lost my respect for you the moment you raised your hands on me
One slap from you was enough
One slap from you was enough for me to notice that my normal with you can never include abuse
Black man stop women abuse
Poet
Masego
Copyright © Masego Nkuna | Year Posted 2019
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