your perfect poison,
your vile venom,
that draws me in
with its facade of longing and lust
and fickle promise of pure love.
as it enters my bloodstream
and infects my needy body.
i feed off your wicked words,
your generous gestures.
i search blindly for an antidote
to your lethal allure.
i search helplessly for the exit
forgetting how i ever entered
this unholy union.
but i am trapped,
bitten by the two-headed serpent
of deceit and desire.
i am desperate and defeated.
you hold my fate nonchalantly
in your skillful hands
ready at any moment to toss
my intoxicated soul aside.
i should not stay
but i know I can never leave.
please read this honest and refreshing review of We Don’t Talk About It. Ever. thank you so much for going on my journey with me.
Author Desiree-Ann Martin
Title We Don’t Talk About It. Ever
In this tell-it-all debut memoir, Desiree-Ann Martin in similar fashion to how Sisonke Msimang did in her memoir Always Another Country, narrates a story of her life from an early age, right through to her adult life and does this without leaving anything out. This book captures Desiree’s life journey in full and defines who and what she went through to be here today.
In true traditional memoir writing style, Desiree starts off with her early childhood days in Cape Town, being raised in a family where her uncle’s perverted tendencies and sex talk in the family were neatly swept under the rug of silence. In her honest and brutal way of telling the story, Desiree doesn’t shy away from airing the family’s dirty laundry. From her ‘subversive racist’ mother, childhood rape by her cousin and her…
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