When I was six
I used to imagine living a fulfilling life at 30.
I used to imagine going to school and writing examinations.
I used to think I would work in a hospital.

My mother also told me that,
"Once a boy/man touches me..."
I did lose value.

Two years later...
My mother did sell me out
I was left to fight the pains,
That my own mother created.

At the age of 13,
My X had sucked my dry...
I was already a mom.
My mum a grandma.
My X, my father.
I had another growing in me too...

By my X was tired,
He wanted something fresh...
He said I was cursed and he needed air.
He said I was too dilly-dally
He threw me back to my mum.

You can compare me to a tomato, an old one that needed a replacement.

There's stories in everything
And I tell you one thing,
Life is a figure of speech!
Life is hard really!

© Ikuomola Arinola