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The injustice I have done to myself by rushing to be loved by men who were rushing to feel my body under their hands, rather than feel my feelings about the way i yearn to be touched within

The injustice i have done to myself by looking into eyes with the hope of finding a home that is filled with love only to find a house haunted with unhealed past traumas , a house with shadows of love 


The injustice i have done to myself trying to sew together broken hearts of people who were not willing to meet me halfway with the needle while i come with the cot

The injustice I have done to my body to be caressed by hands who do not know how to take care of art, who do not know how to feel art. 


The injustice i have done to my love & to my heart with the hope of one day being loved with the same intensity as I. 


And i learned that to keep hoping sometimes is invitation of misery

_Siphokazi Hlengwa