JEMIMAH - She often dies before she lives

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I have been working on this character called Jemimah. She is the result of numerous conversations I have had with friends. So don't be surprised when you begin to sense a fragment of you in her story and the chaos she is constantly plagued by. She is real, as real as her pain and all that you will find in this piece I am about to share.

I love her so much and I hope you would see her and look past her struggles to love a part of her she still struggles to learn of.

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Jemimah

There lived a girl from 200years ago
who was raped and had lost her soul
she was once pretty in the eyes of them she loathe
She is picking her pieces from underneath the feet of them that soiled her soul

“I loved to wear my garment uptight to hide and drive away the intentions of these monstrous penetrations that rock the core of my belly” she says “they come in the dusk of their thoughts making silly noises the sound of their gut, cutting my flesh like overcooked meat. They didn’t wait to hear the sound of grief even when I tried to scream. 

On that day, I forgot the taste of joy, peace and all that was beautiful. My soul ran to hide its face while my body was beaten gradually into this rotten meat. I lost touch of who I used to be because what I was minutes later couldn’t conform to me. I had changed in a matter of screams, panting and penetrations the sound of 1, 2, 3. My identity had suddenly become rusted like the iron they ran through me. I took lashes upon lashes and even today I still hear the echoes of their voices. 

I am scared they would return. Quickly bearing their lashes between their legs; maybe I have grown a thick skin for lashes as weak as theirs. I will wait behind my door for lashes the sound of 1, 2, 3, maybe 4.”

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