On a freezing cold morning, snuggling in my blanket,
A gift from my late maternal grandmother, words,
Words that formed an emotional scar were uttered by my own father.
“If all my children were boys,
I would not have to worry about kicking anyone out of the house”.
I could not believe my ears,
I convinced myself they were directed to someone else.
Whose father is a drunkard, it dawned on me
That indeed they were meant for me.
I felt a sharp pain in my already bruised purple heart.
Tears came streaming down my cheeks,
It was as if the walls of my world were crumbling down.
An ode to those words that turned me into a young
And independent woman.