Day and night our children and women's mortality is being put
into test
Leaving the nation bruised, cursed and stained with innocent
blood
Killing our generation before they can say their names
Stripping the innocence of the idolocent
Tarnishing the dignity of our women
Demoralizing what it means to be men
From the regular claps
To the punches that might lend her on the floor
Always try to remain on her feet
Cause if she doesn’t, then its free kicks
With the little strength left she covers her face so that the bruises don’t reveal the truth
Regardless of the hurt and shame
She never grimace
Never projects the pain
Though she’s in sorrow she never voices out
Even with tears on her eyes
She smiles in the midst of the agony
A daughter, sister, mother
She wishes to echo the thunder
Maybe the lump on her chest would go away
She envies the rain, how it free falls
If she would dare let it out
Maybe the pool of tears in her heart would be strained
I know sorry is clichéd
I know sorry might not carry any substance
I know sorry might not heal scares
I know sorry might not take away the pain
I know sorry won’t solve anything
What will?
What will chase the monster away?
#NoToGBV #BreakTheSilence #WalkAway #WhatWill
@MundaMondePoetry
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