Psalms of Olúwalónimí

I'm tired! Really I am. Why does it always have to be about my past? Why wouldn't you ever look pass that? Do you ever expect me to grow? You can't do this, you can't do that cos you think I've not grown past him.... Really? I don't deserve to be loved or cared for, cos I had someone in my life who was forcing himself on me? And up till now you still hold that against me? How sad! My only hope is that it was never about you; I didn't respond to you....

True, yet untold True, but cannot be told Maybe not verbally Maybe time will tell. I see the mum Who consciously or subconsciously betroth her daughter; A form of payment to the good guy Who in her words "has been there" Shouldering her responsibilities, The same gesture that chokes her own But it doesn't matter much The mum's will be done.. The same reason she throws a frequent pity party; "I've suffered over you so you should serve me" Really? "I didn't gain a husband so I should the children" How do I tell that living your life through another person is sheer wickedness? How do I tell that you lost the right to determine my life, the moment you failed to make it about Him? How do I tell that your concerns are valid but not worth putting people's life on hold? Untold truth! I see the dad Who never sought to train his child. All he had been is the one who sired a child, What more? Nothing! The dad who knows noth...