Read. (Spoken Word)

To the boys who left me on read,

made me wonder what was wrong with me,

whether I was better dead.

My body is a chapel,

built to enclose those who pray,

who play a part in my life.

I am sacred,

too good to be left on read

by boys like you.

Last seen on WhatsApp 2 minutes ago,

but leaving me on read since 5 hours

ago.

Was I never good enough?

What did I do?

You never told me why you left me on read.

I wonder what the other girls

say.

I am too grown to take your

shit,

and even though leaving me on

the blue tick,

and telling me you were trying

to forget me,

I grow from this hurt.

The worst part was wondering

why,

why was I never good enough?

What did the other girls do?

To the boys who left me on read,

my body is a sanctuary,

for those who bring me love,

and light,

but you were neither of those.

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