I get emails from everywhere. Each one means a lot because it means someone has taken the time and the pain to say something to me. That’s something. Recently I got one from Adjoa. She had a poem she wanted me to take a look at. I thought it was okay, not exceptionally striking. That was before she replied, telling me the story behind it.
It was too good, too strong, too powerful to keep to myself. So I thought to share it with you. Adjoa, tell ‘em.
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I visited a friend of mine a couple of months ago. As we talked longer, she began to talk about a guy who had abused her- where abused means, she was playing wife, from all directions to
him (this was happening in his and her hostel on campus). She cooked his meals, cleaned his room and in addition warmed his bed. This guy made her believe that he was going to be with her even after school and yet he skyped his other girlfriends with her laptop.
My friend hadn’t gotten broken yet, until i told her of my very similar story. Amazingly it was the same guy who’d hurt us so. This was our choir leader in school and the girl happens to be my housemate.
He fed on us and “fed on us again”. Most likely, anyone who reads this will call us stupid or begin to judge us; but this is not for the “confident, properly brought up girl with so much home care” this is for the kind of girl society describes as “loose”, who doesn’t even know how to spell S-E-L-F not to even talk of W-O-R-T-H. This is for the easy prey for worthless men. She gives in to their demands because that is what makes her feel a little worthy.
Ben, God has delivered me. I don’t have self-worth because I don’t even have a self; it is CHRIST living in me, for the life I live is not I but Christ. So to my ladies out there, who think they are loose and do
not deserve the best in life, who think having a guy carry you at his back, massage your feet, absolutely crazy about you is only for girls who live in Mars, this is your box of chocolates.
Take each bite in and ride through with Christ as your source of worth
cos you deserve…
I deserve to be appreciated
I deserve to be loved
I deserve to be held tight, by arms that won’t let me go
I deserve to be me, and feel free being me.
I deserve to be smiled at
I deserve to be liked genuinely
I deserve to be touched softly
Soft kisses down my cheek
All through to my back.
I don’t want a stone chair
I want a satined, hand-woven chair
Held in trusting arms against the cold night
To shed me from the harsh weather
When I know he wouldn’t leave at dawn or kick me out at night.
Love, peace, appreciation, tranquility
From the man whose ribs I came from
I deserve ice-creams
I deserve chocolates
I deserve dolls
I deserve to play
Exploring my childhood.
I deserve to laugh- laugh my heart out
With no sense of fear or doubt
I deserve to achieve
I deserve satins
Can somebody hear me scream?
I want to be free
I want to say no
I want to want all that I deserve
I am lost
I need a hand to hold me up
Telling me that I can be freeee
Cos I deserve
I deserve, I deserve
I deserve it all
All the sweet things THE POTTER made for me
Adjoa (c) 2012
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