Fiction

A Woman, From Beyond My House (Poem)

As a kid,
I remember being slapped
by a woman,
she used to look horrible
more so, after she would slap me
through my kindergarten, throughout my primary

She,
used to be,
one of the first few women
I knew from beyond my house

Later, she got married
until this moment, I wonder
how can someone
marry such a woman
make love to such a woman
argue with such a woman
confront such a woman
rear kids with such a woman
a woman, from beyond his house

Now, as I have grown up
but haven’t yet slapped any kid
and my family sometimes brings up
these talks, of marriage, of women, from beyond my house
that very kid, from inside me
gets scared

Path

I once complained of being 

clumsy,  

Fumbling through my early days,  

But all I dropped along the  journey  

Became the path that led me 

home.