Tears Were My Everyday Breakfast

Tears were my everyday breakfast pain and terror is what I got married to
At first he said it was a mistake ,
But blue eyes became my everyday make up
Every part of me was bruised
Emotionally, physically, and mentally I was drained
Felt alone in this wicked world
At home they told me emendweni kuyabekezelwa
In crowds I wore a smile that carried so much hatred
I couldn’t do anything he was the man of the house
When I mentioned the word “abuse” wathi yena ngeke abuswe ngumfazi
The more I tried to reach out the more the strokes, kicks and punches were added
Told me I have to be submissive he was the dominant akubhonsi nkunz’ ezimbil’ esibayeni sinye
Later on became the prisoner to the man I called the love of my life
The outside world never saw right through me, no one came through for me
My wounds licked each other as days went on what made me hold on was the “abadala bazathini ngoba sengehlulwe ngumendo” syndrome
Forgot what happiness felt like Somehow I knew I had to do something
It only required me to say the word ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

STOP GENDER BASED VIOLENCE
LETS PAINT THE WORLD ORANGE
SAY THE WORD
ZWAKALA

So according to me #StewieLeSavage today we celebrate the thirteenth day of the 16 days of activism against gender based violence with Rocxy Biey