Tears Of An Angel

As i stand there i feel I have
connected wih the rare elements of the earth,
We know what they are but never wondered whether they speak
From a distance more like a whisper
I hear it scream
It tries to shout but its efforts are in vain
It thinks it has lost its voice
It tries to reach out but
the coherence and sequence is disfigured
Lip movement is all there is
This is the heart of a girl child

And so I speak
The heart has been speaking
It bleeds, it tries to reach out
But the only thing we see is the reflection of this child..
As she sits there, what is rushing through her mind , is the visions,
the memories of what she had, or what she thought was her family
She imagines how it would be if the story would change
She wishes for a miracle
But what really had transpired?

Sold off through marriage,
because she is old enough
She tries to be brave but
Knows nothing as she is a child
Night comes and the horror starts
She screams for him to stop
Her cries fall into deaf ears as he chants
“I own you, i paid for you”
Finally morning comes,
She runs to her rock, her protector,
Her mother and pleads with her,
All she gets is “Bekezela”
With her head hung low
She returns to her husband
And the abuses continue

All have turned their backs on her
All she has are the rare elements
She cries out and they comfort her
But, Until when?
It’s only a matter of time until
the walls she built around her collapse and fade

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we celebrate the ninth day of the 16 days of activism against gender based violence with Ayanda Mitchell Jele