Maybe…
It is a woman thing
To feel this way each time
This…
This tainted,
Stained.
Like a scarlet ‘A’ sewn into
The very flesh of your left
Breast
Always there
Glowing with records
Of your colored past
Is
It?
To feel like you are that woman
That kind
Of woman
Other women cannot
Forgive
And past lovers cannot
Forget
You
Have become
The ‘other woman’
The first…
The only…
Belonging to no one
To everyone
You
Are the whore’s shame
The virgin’s guilty pleasure
And you wash
And wash
And wash
That scarlet letter
But it never fades
You
Have only scraped yourself
Raw
And it hurts
Like a private hell
Where you burn in isolation
No neighboring screams
To comfort you
Only deep deep rouge
Running
Into reopened scars
Is
It?
Some
Woman thing?
UPSILAMBA!!! 
Please decode this piece for me. I want to know
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Hahaha, Kojo you know where to find me. Or someone can decode for you on here, you never know.
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*raises hand*
*reconsiders*
*leaves room*
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What, to decode?
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Powerful and primal. Just great. 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
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is it some woman thing? am still pondering on it. Great write Ms
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Thank you 🙂
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“to be the other woman” or “that woman”; the woman you grew up hearing a lot about and vowing Never to be…
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