Her Rosy Song

We’re cut and put in a vase
Like the blame of progeny lies with us
Deflowered, our fresh spine
Bent, as if our beauty said it was time
For Reason to collapse under the weight
Of presents, lies and every definition of love
Only to wake up in dead bodies
And all the giveaway signs of a seasoned coquet.

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we are celebrating the eleventh day of our sixteen days of activism against gender based violence with Khana MadPoet Moyo.