Get Hurt — Summary

I was asking myself the other day,

How intelligent of the human mind to create an image that you have been reminiscing about. I could say, I was praising the human mind of how much vision it has and how much anticipation it blossoms.

So I couldn’t keep out the image of her face created by the mind and its vision.

I really don’t know what it is, it could be lust.

Well really it could be but,

Have you ever seen a woman and felt like pouring out all your unknown feelings to her? Have you ever seen a woman and felt like talking to her just to hear the sweet melodic sound of her voice?

Have you ever seen a woman and felt like asking her to be yours? I mean like forever.

“Yes, I feel like that.”

So what’s stopping you?

The fact that, I could be loving the feeling of loving her.

The fact that this could be lust, I mean pure lust not love.

I’m afraid it isn’t what it seems to be or how I imagine it to be. I’m just scared, because people might get hurt.

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Sinethemba Mnukwa's "Get Hurt" begins with the speaker admiring how clever the mind is: it can build a vivid picture of a woman's face and keep returning to it. From there the poem becomes a kind of conversation with himself. He asks whether he has ever wanted to pour out his feelings to a woman, hear her voice, or ask her to be his forever, and he answers honestly: yes, he feels all of that.

The tension comes when he asks what is holding him back. His answer is doubt. He may only be in love with the feeling of loving, or what he feels may be plain lust. Judging by the ending, he worries that the real woman won't match the one in his imagination. The mood is hesitant and confessional, a mix of longing and caution. The plain, conversational voice makes his uncertainty feel real, and the last line shows his fear is less about himself than about others: "people might get hurt."

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