Another Sister,Another Grave

Open those eyes,these streets are a jungle
With each passing day, so does the struggle,
A sister is bruised, taken to the grave,
Another beaten, broken and grabbed,
The other ruthlessly and consciously stabbed,
Mother earth is tired,
Soaked with blood from murdered mothers,
The ground is weary with the flesh of our Queens.

Womanhood feels much like a cyclic race,
An infinite magnetic curse
Attracting killers, rapists and monsters,
To abuse, to rape and to kill,
My face is no stranger to his cold fists,
Now with each slap my heart sinks further,
Every punch unfelt on my numb face.

Every night l beg for my life at his mercy,
Body turned from life to a punching bag
Damn!
My screams, do they entice him?
I’ve found my soulmate and solace in pain,
Who can protect me?
Who can heal my broken soul?
Not to mention my dislocated jaw?

I am terrified for my daughters!
Horrified for their sake,
Will they make it to sixteen, eighteenth or twenty one?
In this sea-like world filled with thirsty sharks,
Blood sucking ticks and leeches,
Hungry wolves devouring all in sight,
Bleeding us to death with deadly bites,
My very soul is terrified.

They crawl in corners and lurk in darkness,
Like vampires waiting for a passing prey,
We live in fear, constantly checking over our shoulders,
Making it home alive is an achievement,
We exist in utter trepidation,
Sleeping with an eye open,
And several bleeding scars,
Who guarantees our safety?
Not even our very own brothers.

Watch your back sister!
Be Brave!
You never know who is next!
I might not make it out alive
Another sister, another grave!
End the silence dear sisters!
And STOP this violence monsters!
Enough is Enough!

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we celebrate the first day of the 16 days of Activism against Gender Based Violence and Intimate Partners Violence with Jennifer Sisasenkosi Chiveya
TheBrokenPoet.