POEM- SOUL BY BONOLO GONAKALA(ME)

i once wrote this poem
"i, i the girl of aspiration,
he girl who shines of her inspiration"

now...

i write

i,i the girl
of desperations,the girl who shines
of her miseries,
the face of struggles and wounds,
emotions hardened
the erect males forcing themselves on me,
i once laughed and understood
that my purpose
is being a vagina,
that has a body and brains,
to be pinned by the wall,
to be fucked hard!

what is a woman?
a man once said,
she's a kitchen,a bed a and whore.

i have died twice in
my womanhood,
my soul looking over my flesh
,my soul looking over my physical
self,
the woman,
on earth
the breasts,the body,the genitals,
a definition of a woman.

i am a woman,
a soul that
is comprised of love and peace!
a soul that was murdered by
prostitute lovers,
the soul that was once dormant,
and is now
living in the caves of love
somewhere in peaceland!