Where Were You? Poem by Aba Radical

Where were you?

‘Obi ba apira me'
I should have guessed it
I should have listened to the caution
He sucked the juice out of me
But made me feel special
Like I was wanted but I wasn't
He was just tapping into my influence on campus.

When I was annoyingly breathing
Audibly through my blocked nostrils,
When my knee could no longer support my body,
When my eye lid continually kissed my eyeballs,
When the eight skeletons excruciat-ed pain in my wrist,
When my tummy with pain scared the hell out of me,
Where were you?

When I was leaving you saw my condition
You even asked if I needed anything
All of this as if you cared
Call me when you get home, that was what you said!

The call I was unable to make
My appearance in your thought you were unable to name
So you forgot about me as if I was nothing
Like I don't exist and that's what has been happening

If I was dying this would have been my funeral
Deep down you knew we were just friends
I just failed to notice it
I was overwhelmed by his virtual attention,
His hugs from which I could hear his heartbeat and not his intentions,
Kisses from his tender lips that landed on my cheeks and fore head without permission
I once thought all of this symbolized something

Earlier today I wrote a child soldier fiction in blood
Tonight I write an autobiography of our love
In tears and not ink
It's unfortunate that our hearts couldn't link

I just realized that if I don't text first
You never would
Unless I have done something
I never should
Even then it meant I was getting blasted
Or you needed me to cover a story for your own personal interest
Under the cover of giving me an exclusive.
With you I was always exhausted
To you I was a flag you never hoisted

Indeed I have been hurt by your actions
I tolerated the opportunity for you to do so
Forget it; I can go on and on because I've been hurt.
They are all the same pretending to care
I guess I was just too blind to see
I deeply regret letting you know me that much
You obviously didn't deserve to
Now I know I'll always get disappointed
And broken heart-ed
If I always expect others to do for me what I do for them
Because not everybody has the same heart as I do!
Every relationship is a either a blessing or a lesson
Mine was a lesson thanks to the teacher
‘Obi ba apira me'

NB: ‘Obi ba apira me'- someone's child has hurt me

13/04/18-p2

…Inspired by KNJ…

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