Under the apple tree

You exchanged words as though the day was your last.
You exchanged glances,
You held hands.
Like two magnets, your emotions attracted,
You stepped forward…
She couldn’t resist the pull of your calling eyes, so she stood and hoped you would
Come closer and read the future in her eyes,
She could be your wife.
She gives in and smiles,
Her heart skips a beat as she closes her eyes,
Under that apple tree, you gave her none but a white lie
You told her you’d marry her,
That you always thought about her,
A second nor day never pass.
You kept at tune,
Told yourself that you have nothing to lose
You lured her in;
Gave her silver coated hope
Whispered secrets of the night;
She slowly gave in and believed
Under the apple tree in mid-summer,
You laid by her side
She was only sixteen,
You were a wolf in sheepskin!
Remember?
Turn to the left, is that her by your side?
You ran off and went to marry another,
You left her with an infant
Alone she had to face her family,
Her broken-hearted mother…
A reminder;
a seed of the once eaten forbidden fruit
You distorted her dreams and fed her sweet lies with the definition of love
Lust as your fuel,
Poisoned and weakened her with your kisses,
How could you be so cruel!?
A man is not a man unless he knows how to treat women…

#RedInk

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Last words

Let me lay and die in my rumblesLet me take my last breath where I foughtLet me cry until only blood comes outLet me tear down my defenses and put down my heavy armorI wave my white flagThe enemy has won.Yes he has.-Red

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Introspection

I hope it rains in the secret corners of my soul
I hope the waves clean all the scars
All the wounds that grew thorns inside
I hope it rains love and sew every torn tissue
I hope every edge is smoothed
For in as much as I sit here in silence
I hear the echoes in my soul
The corners that have much to scare away and not so much for someone to seek and hold
See, I put away these stuffed boxes in corners at the back of my spine so no one knows how much it hurts to bend
Who cares look at the very bones that hold my feet straight and secure my stand¿
Who cares to look at this passage that elongates who I am¿

The very passage that has images of me dying-dead!

Vandalized by my very lover called life
I hope it rains and all my walls drip the pretense
I hope it rains and scrape my sacred walls
I hope it rains peace and quiet the mourning voice seeking to be heard when I smile
I hope it rains inside so my very self sits in silence and not hear the cries
I want to hear it pour and thunder strikes
I hope it shutters these gates and set free the little girl sitting timidly at the back of my pupils unarmed
But then again, who cares¿
- RedInk

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Stop The Abuse

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Every night she lays on her bed scared
The monster is coming home red
The same soul she once adored and cared is the one pulling out her scales.
On that decorated alter she had swore
Through the death's ,how lovely, meek and how he purred like a gentle cut she adored.
Marriage is sacred, that's what she was told yet she screams from the top of her voice for everyone to hear,
But they don't care, they turn a deaf ear
For every bang made by her skull leaves a mark of despair
While she receives blows from her dear husband
It becomes a norm
A gossip for the hood
"He beats his wife-pale" they whisper as she passes with her goods;
Shame as her garment
Her wounds are like timelines.
His presence used to light up her soul but now casts a shadow of death
The same hands that used to hold her and keep her safe
Are now ones that forcefully open feminine doors to his satisfaction!
The same hands that brutally decreases her breath
Blood guilty hands that dash down a homemade meal in a plate!
Are the same hands that break her bones and leave her half-dead, pale on the wooden floor.
From dusk to dawn her heart sings a song of a fallen angel
Neglected and torn she scrapes the floor with pine-gel
-She mourns
Daily she accepts hash words that murder her spirit; calling her a hoe
The same mouth that used to cheer her up when her days seemed dark-blue is once upon
From it comes out burning lava and a two edged word,
Piercing every ounce of joy left within;
Striping her naked for the neighbors to hear and see
Walls don't hide much anymore
Read her story from her fake smile
This is her new world
A victim in silence
She smiled at the wedding photos
Her fault and her many kowtow
The mansion of her love lies a ghetto
Then she remembers her lover's new motto
She curled into reflection
The everyday fisticuffs and the daily insurrection
All her love and respect drained into her depression
How once they couldn't stay a day without a love session
Now she's just an empty woman without a soul
The daily quarrels has dug a hole
Her children now is her only hope
So she stay with the abuse to protect their tiny innocent souls
His only shame is his wife can't keep quiet
She complains and refuse him his diet
All her complains is the reason for the disquiet
In doubt? ask our neighbor Miss Wyatt
He feels shamed by his actions
How the punches started or whatever reaction
He sits on the silence of his heart and regret his overreaction
His ego betrays the growing insubordination
A man becomes dead unless he knows how to treat women
Love is the nectar that pour from the heavens
Its effect leaves a mark till the end
So does violence to the fertile soul that bends
Now stop the abuse and the paralyzing violence
Every domestic violence is like a rooted pestilence
It poisons the victim ; young, old and their innocence
What the young sees it grows with virulence
A child sees the abuse on his mother and passes it to his daughter
This generational curse of ruthlessness from his father
Batters and damages every innocence of that toddler
Cycles from families to the generation of others
Stop violence against women
Against the vulnerable
Against the weak
Let love lead...
Written by:
Nthabeleng Pheko #RedInk @artsy_evergreen &
Pharm. Odudu Samuel Akpaete @thunderbolt159
December 25, 2016 at 12:02 am

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