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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