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The Killing of the Virtuous Woman




(Unchained Part 1)

This is where she died. The virtuous woman.

She started early with one kid on her back and the other one pinned to her side. Going up a hill with a bucket of water while he still slept...
Back pain killed her.

No appetite after cooking food for you and you and you, too tired to laugh or eat or take part in the conversation…
Complacency killed her

They said to make something of yourself. She had no time; home had to be perfect she said my home is the reflection of who I am…
Aimlessness killed her.

She began late with the clothes washing and the floor scrubbing while watching the brood she had to split to bare. Because of love, she held nothing back...
She moved on to the bedroom where she had to be your love, your whore, your dream for 5 minutes and yet you found flaws, but she smiled and moved on with it…
Selflessness killed her.

This is where she died the love of your life, of heartbreak when she heard you had room in your heart for more, space in your bed for so many more…
Heartbreak killed her.

This is where she died when your mistress spat on her calling her the scum of the earth the woman who couldn’t keep a man or please a man…
Shame killed her.

She was a victim of your selfishness an accomplishment of your ego.

I arose from her ashes wiser with my battle scares I stared you in the face,
I take and take and take and when you are bent over I still take some more,
You made me,
 Who I am? A Phoenix from the ashes of shame, from the Ashes of a fire your father's father's father began.
I am not bound by your rules,
My master is my comfort my judge is my God.
Dear love, I gave only to you as I felt you burned then I held back.

There is no virtuous woman here...
Not the virtuous mess of your father's wet dreams,
I owe you no reason.
I respect as respect is due
I love as love deserves
I am deserving and I know it.

Because I know everything about the killing of the virtuous woman.
_YD_ 





Photo By: Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash






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