Am I a man

Hear the cries of a man in a desert. In the valley of death, screams choke the life out of me. The voice having lost it meaning, the angel l tamed became a monster. Her wild roar forces a standing ovation. Her presence takes my breath away as confusion clouds my existence. The stars l have seen, not from her eyes but the stars that you see when you thoroughly know the meaning of an iron fist landing on a face of a defeated man

I took the first punch as a man, the second as an understanding fellow, the third gave me a reason to think about alot, the fourth made me wanna scream my lungs out, the fifth made me question whether am a man?I wanted to run but my image in the society was more important, l desired to be free but was scared to be the man who ran.

I stand in the cold, searching for the soul l married, l kept hoping for her resurrection, l become a maid, the literal man of the house. I was scared to leave my moon and the stars, l hoped for a day when this was going to stop. But alas, my weakness fed your ego, my silence boosted your pride l become a catalyst to your unruly behavior. I wish l had spoken out the first day you gained the strength to treat me like an your training kit. I stand in a deep valley wondering how to take away the thorns piercing my flesh…

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we celebrate the ninth day of the sixteen days of activism against gender based violence with Sindisani Tshuma