This poem was originally written by the talented Fatimah Alao – check out more of her amazing work here.
My fondness of my exterior had expired the day puberty came a knocking.
Puberty had given me a womanhood I had not yet prepared for.
I do not have THE body, the canvas of seduction he lusts so heavily for.
As I unravel my clothed being in his presence I shudder with the thought,
That my imperfections may alter his perception of the beauty he desires to copulate with.
They may render him most uninterested.
As if I were a man I would ridicule the way puberty had dismembered my innocence and had given me stretch marks as a reminder of the ordeal.
He whispers ‘You are a woman’, ‘Embrace your warrior stripes’
I believe I cannot forgive my body for marking me without my consent.
Author: Fatimah Alao
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