Love and other demons

matcha-mango
Aug 31, 2018 · 1 min read

In the beginning of time

I didn’t know who I was

I came to this world without a cry

I had faith in nothing but my senses

I felt, observed, and had thoughts that I didn’t know if they belonged to me

I could feel sun’s warmth. Warmly it shined on my hair

I heard dog barks, footsteps and laughters from the market where they sell slaves

I was hated the day I was conceived ill

With no understanding of what demons that they called was in my body,

I only knew they feared me,

So I took it for granted and faked it.

If not, what else shall I have got?

My happiest time was singing with demons in languages they don’t understand

I endured pain to the point I became immune to it

Until one day I felt love started to grow on me

From that day, it was as if thousands of scissors were cutting inside my body, tearing apart my organs

I knew then that demons had indeed chosen me. I had no choice.

I was meant to live with them,

Until I accepted them.

I ate all the grapes, and forbid them to grow again

I let demons destroy my body so that they cannot touch my purest soul


— — A poem written after reading Gabriel García Márquez Of Love and Other Demons

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