Letter to Adam – by Blessed Orji

Letter to Adam – by Blessed Orji
Dear Adam,
Does my spilled blood even mean a thing to you?
Do my stretch marks now make me ugly?
Does my smile no longer shine like sun?
Do my dreadlocks now make me mad?
Thought t’was your favourite
Does my voice now sound like cricket?
Does my weight gain offend your eyes?
But you disliked thin me
Does my meal now taste like poison?
Does my body not meet your needs again?
Do my corrections now sound like pride?
Does my advice no longer aid?
Do my jokes no longer ease work tension?
Does my idea now yield dead fruits?
Does the together gleam we intended catching mean a thing to you?
Does it makes sense to you we’ve survived darts life hurled us?
Does till death do us part mean a thing to you?
Does it mean a thing to you our unborn kids have your name tattooed?
They sing your name like praises
In you I found a higher plane
Does it mean a thing to you?
My bones are filled with doubt and dismay
Does it mean a thing to you?
Do all these things not mean a thing to you?
If they do,
Adam why hurt me?

Signed, your pained wife.

By Chinatu (Blessed) Orji,
Department of Mass Communication,
Cross River University of Technology

 

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