Barefoot and braced for shaking ground:
In Africa, we know war and hardship
Yet it hasn’t prepared me for any of this.
Stripped down and walking to fetch water;
this is as vulnerable as it gets.
Face, painted the colour of blood
and skin covered with dirt.
Poised to escape upon any attack
I lack the gall to stand and fight
even though I’ve won
all the battles I’ve fought so far.
I am callous and uncaring
yet empathic to a fault.
I’ll kill my darlings before yours
and spend my life seeking another.
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