SCRIBES

I was maybe zero when my grandmother caused me to cry by attempting to shave my hair and when the nurses incited me to scrape by piercing my new fleecy skin.

My mother used to force me to sleep by constantly feeding me milk and porridge; it was the only time I could be quiet.

I was maybe two when they decided to take me to church to implore for me, yet I, the monarch, yelled at the pastor and caused the congregational activities to pause for a moment.

I was maybe three when I could merely struggle to say two words, "mama" when asking for food and "baba" when I needed money, and when I could not distinguish between the right and left shoe.

I was maybe four when I wanted to know why everything else in the world exists and why people should go to the school that I never wanted, only because my mother never came with me to class.

I was maybe five when my brain started "hanging" due to overload. I was confused about whether to carry books, tea, dolls, or my "potty" to school.

I was maybe six when I got into a fight with my teacher for not having good handwriting, for drawing dolls, and for not paying attention in class.

I was maybe seven when I got into a fight with my mother after eating a half-bag of candy. They were too sweet, and I couldn’t get myself to stop.

I was maybe eight when I had constant fights with my father for urinating on the bed. I couldn’t stop; I just found myself doing so, and actually, I used to feel good.

I was maybe nine when my extended family got against me for being "an enemy with water." I mean, I could not bathe. I saw no need because I wasn't a fish.

10.

I was maybe ten when nobody seemed to love me. I could go to school in the morning with little pocket money, come home for lunch and cook for myself, and wash my own clothes at night.

11.

I was maybe eleven when my grandmother warned me to thoroughly check the insides of my shoes before I could wear them. "There could be a spider in there," she would say. I was scared of spiders then.

I was about twelve years old when I used to spend every day in the hospital after getting into fights with the older boys who tried to ruin my reputation. I would fight anyone who tried to bully me or who could not get along with me.

13.

I was maybe thirteen when I broke my leg at school while attempting to play football with the older boys on the school team.

14.

I was maybe fourteen when my brain started telling me that I needed to be serious. I used to get warnings from everyone: "Remember you are in class eight."

21.

I am now twenty-one, with frostbite on my heart from trying to nurse every soul who appeared cold. I am now twenty-one, with part of my heart amputated.

I'm twenty-one years old now, and I'm trying to amputate a piece of my heart that has been hurt by frostbite I got from nursing every soul.

I am now twenty-one and choking on a spoonful of the sweetest lies.

Is this part of a heart attack?

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