You said my smile didn’t reach my eyes,
That I need to find myself, my truth.
Well, John I found my truth.
It was never missing,
I hid it in a calabash similar to that of your mums
John my truth, is not beautiful.
In my truth, when you smashed the plates over not getting a packing space,
I should have left.
In my truth when you said women get what they deserve,
I should have left.
In my truth, when I went on that trip which I told you about,
You broke down you thought I left you,
because you knew no one would love you this way.
no one would get bitten this numbers of times and stay.
No one would stay small for you to stay big.

But I love you, more than I thought I ever could,
So I’ll live in your truth,
It doesn’t hurt as much,
In your truth all you do is love me unconditionally,
You tell me that every time you think I might leave,
I am not leaving John, not today, not tomorrow
but maybe one day when I am strong.
So when next my smile doesn’t reach my eyes,
Tell me I have the most beautiful eyes,
You’ve never seen eyes as beautiful as mine,
And when the day to leave comes,
I just might stay.

Maybe one day I will live my truth John.
Maybe one day I will walk away.
But for now let’s hold on tight.
Love beyond our flaws.
Love like only your truth exist.
I hide mine in a calabash.