Words before Words

 

I can’t be here for you today, Kamsi, no. I know he left you without words and your tummy hurts.

Kamsi, today, I want to put on my finest jewelry and cook for my man.

Did I also tell you I have to pick up the kids from school?

My manager called. I just might get that promotion I had mentioned over and over again.

Kamsi, look, you must get a hold of yourself. I have many more important things to do today Kamsi and none of your rants will take us anywhere or put money in our pockets.

Today, Kamsi, only today- let me be the star of the story; talking about how I’ve made all this money and how the men can’t get enough of my body.

Kamsi, today I do not want to hear your advice. How my waist can be slimmer, my breast fuller or my bums wider-no Kamsi.

Kamsi, I say all these in my head even as I swipe my phone to the right as your call comes in the second time. I exhale as the words finally roll from my now open mouth.

“Kamsi I’m so sorry. I saw your message. Tell me all about it. I’m here for you”


P.s- The Universe gave me the name Kamsi. If you like this, please share.


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