Body Count

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“What is your body count?” He asked.

But the better question was, “what’s it to you?”

How does it affect your intentions?

Because if it does you were never really interested in me

 

What’s your body count?

The male to female ratio of persons asking this is astounding

Again, “what’s it to you?”

Because to me, it means nothing; it’s just a number

It gives me no validation nor brings me shame

 

What’s your body count?

A question he will never find me asking

But if I did, I know there will be no shame felt

The pride he feels will be ever-present in his expression; in his voice, his eyes; it will be known

Because society has created this sick stigma where I must be all but stoned for daring to embrace my sexuality

But for him, it’s worn like a badge of honor as he is paraded through the streets for being a MAN

 

What is your body count? He asked, trying to determine if I would make a suitable wife

But he doesn’t know better…

He is nothing but a fool brainwashed into believing that this is anything but hypocrisy

I am a STRONG, INDEPENDENT, BLACK WOMAN and no number could ever change that.

Aaliyah De Mendonca

(She/her) I am an introvert from the beautiful country of Guyana who finds peace and comfort in the embrace of literature. I relish in it’s diversity, loving the way I can be anything or anyone, appreciating the opportunity it allows me to vent, to dream, simply be transported to any world; real or imaginative. The greatest pleasure it brings me is the platform to share my experiences, share my thoughts and emotions and make a difference in the lives of so many.

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