After my first year of marriage,
I learned to open the gift of my body in darkness

To open the gift of my body in darkness
Because my beloved said it wore the sins of my youth

The sins of my youth,
The stretch marks, thunderbolts of love from my beautiful son

Stretch marks, love, and a beautiful son
Three things I have come to hate

I have come to hate three things,
Because of all, they took from me

They took all from me
Till there was nothing left to give

There was nothing left to give
After my first year of marriage

MaryAnn Ifeanacho is a Nigerian writer with a deep love for psychology, languages, film, and literature. She is a mom to the two most adorable cats in the world and a firm believer that bread is ambrosia. As she loves to tease apart the ordinary to find the extra within, her works are mostly magical realism. In her free time, she loves binge-watching oldies, working out, writing on her blog http://textamentswithanne.com and sharing high-octane memes.