Atonement To My Spirit

And so,
I forgive myself for
Allowing the pain to get in
For the days of overwhelming sadness
I beg for mercy
For believing them over her
for silencing my inner soul
I will lay sacrifices
At her shrine
Atoning for 10 years of blasphemy
I will spend an hour for every year
Day after day
Hoping that we will reconcile
That is who I owe my forgiveness to
To my broken self,
never to you.
Before I swallow my pain,
The only one worthy of
My worship
is me.

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66% Nigerian, 33% Ghanaian, 1% vacuum. There are a million women in me that question the world.

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66% Nigerian, 33% Ghanaian, 1% vacuum. There are a million women in me that question the world.

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