Torn


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Everybody used to be something.
My mother used to be a wee little thing with perky tits and three suitors.
Your father used to be the village’s richest man once upon a long time.
The 17 year old girl using her mouth as a temporary container for men’s milk, in exchange for 3 five cedi notes used to be a rich man’s only daughter.
Nna used to be blind in only one eye. Tomas used to eat from his nose like it was a special delicacy.
Even I, used to be a naive little girl. And now I know the scars sharing rent space with your body better than anybody does.
You used to be a body racked with unknown demons, laughing at people’s pain and pretending to be happy. Now that you know your demons by name, I hope you learn how to sew your body bac

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