I sat there on that thorny ground and watched as he strolled away
pocketing forever my pride
the same pride I would later be told to keep on that night my man strips me of my white gown
when I would willingly open my legs for him
willingly let him tap and already tapped Honeypot
the same pride I didn't even get know what it felt like to willingly give it away
this pride that is so highly spoken of
brings anguish up again
relives shame and regret
takes you back, forcefully, to a past
that has left you with a. bleeding scar
a searing past that left you all sheared
of dignity
the supposed pride and
honour
I have a lot questions
I want to know why I didn't get to know what that pride felt like?
whatever was my wrong to have it thrusted from me like that?
maybe some people are not meant to have this pride
maybe it's a curse after them or blessing not meant for them
he knew I had no one to tell
he even gloated about to a child under ten
he felt like he tamed me
owned me
when next you talk about pride just know that some people don't even know what that is
so,
be kind
be nice
be grateful
if not
keep quiet!!!
©nnenne
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