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»My big girl panties«

by Pride Mguli, December 9, 2016

I put them on for you,
for I had had enough of you.
Your belittling, demeaning and condescending heart
had torn mine into two –
hate and hate in abundance.

My big girl panties
felt comfortable and fitting
even though I hadn't tried them on before.
It's as though mama sowed them for me
and said put them on for your self.

And that's what I did
on that fateful day after your rant
about my silliness, my emptiness and my ugliness.
The day you slapped me so hard
that I had to fall very hard.

But I knew it would be my last -
my last fall, my last cry and definitely my last straw.
For as my big girl panties lifted my spirit,
my big girl panties lifted my strength.
Therefore, as I always have, I waited for the aftermath:
the smile, the hug and then the awkward kiss.

So, as your sour lips touched mine
my big girl panties touched my mind
and held my hand
as I gently pulled the trigger
that pulled you away from me – forever.


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