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TO THE BLACK WOMAN I ONCED LOVED - The Pen Mistress



Olivia, 
I wish I told you before our feelings became familiar friends that my sexuality bagged a problem, That I couldn't be the man deep into romantic interactions because my masculinity was kidnapped in the chattering footsteps of that "assault".

The hunting melody rose at the wake of my adolescence, when a known stranger forcelly strolled into my innocence, violating my masculinity and breaking my aura before my eyes, For twelve years the panic in my eyes coloured ,I wept under the conscious silence; I couldn't tell anyone,  what couldn't I possibly say , that "MY ASSAILANT WAS A MAN"as a man the world rotates differently, I have been "closeted in the den of luther " 

For twelve years I lived in a wrecked cell visited only by one person, in the betraying increase of this violation and I couldn't speak to anyone..I couldn't fight, my problem was internalised.

Something happened the day I saw you enchanting with your feline friends , a flicker of intrest blossomed, I am ready to scratch the surface of the things that happened, ready to open the Windows of my broken heart to let out yesterday's headache.
I am talking now.....

By Pen Mistress
FB :MERCY EDMUND HAROLD 
IG: mercyharoldwrites

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