Tuesday, 12 July 2016

Her Pain, My Voice


I scream at the top of my baritone voice as I watch her bleed but no one is listening, no one heeds

I thought if I was to shout, that might be the key, to get someone to hear me, to make someone see

Great men have been domiciled in her for months, nine? Yeah! Some even more, ask Einstein.

she brought them into this world

But as soon as they came of age, they left her in this mess, I'm desperate to make someone get this
word hence; I become her voice

Religion made her a Reject, to the society she became an object but either way she remains a 'neglect' Neglected damn!

She has been battered body and soul, she's been left outside to die in this cold

But amidst all this she's still got a spirit that can never be broken,

she can come back to life with the last breath she's got

So I do this for my sisters, my mothers, my girl child; my daughter yet unborn, for my wife (Virtuous woman) and I don't care what any stereotypical man out there thinks;

The voice of the Woman must be heard, I couldn't have been a grown man without one.
#‎Peace‬


©CodedinChrist

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