The dance floor is filled with the broken hearts of broken daughters.

Popping bottles in shiny mini skirts they try to forget who hurt them.

What breaks a man?

Is it when he tried to express his feelings and she called him a b***h?

Is it when he was passed around to relatives because the new man could not stand the sight

Of another man’s reflection in his house?

What breaks a man?

Is it words or stones?

Because hurt people, hurt people, they say

And right now, women are calling some, trash

The fire inside them has consumed everything in its path and left ashes

And now it’s consuming the ones outside them

What broke Zuma in Mine boy?

What broke Tounde in Houseboy?

What broke Mwambu in Upon this Mountain?

Or are they born broken?

Because broken men create broken women

Looking for affirmation in the wrong places

Hoping that someone, anyone will tell them,

You are loved. You are mine. You are perfect.

Somebody already broke my heart – Sade.