What do you do when you're trapped; physically, socially, mentally and emotionally?
Showing posts with label plight of men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label plight of men. Show all posts
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
NO ROOM HERE
I. Feel. Bad.
Last night, Kofi Asamoah asked me to marry him; and I said no.
Last week, Kofi Asamoah took me shopping and now my wardrobe is a dam, bursting with colourful waterfalls.
Last month, Kofi Asamoah drew a kiss on my lips, while he entrenched a key into my sweaty palm.
And now my arms jiggle and my stomach bulges with milky flesh, afterall, I hardly walk anymore.
Last night, Kofi Asamoah asked me to marry him; and I said no.
Last week, Kofi Asamoah took me shopping and now my wardrobe is a dam, bursting with colourful waterfalls.
Last month, Kofi Asamoah drew a kiss on my lips, while he entrenched a key into my sweaty palm.
And now my arms jiggle and my stomach bulges with milky flesh, afterall, I hardly walk anymore.
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