DEAR WOMAN:
Death is playing hopscotch on your scars until they bleed
Creating hollow caves that go skin deep
Tying knots that will split your neck and put you in an eternal sleep
Death is ignoring your heart volunteering to speak
leaps cos it’s almost time to sleep
slips into unconsciousness, skips one too many beats
Death is the heat oozing from your skin?
As another woman’s son beats you hard revealing what’s within
Each fist resembling the echo of a drum beat as your heart beat stops like it never had to begin
Thinking it’s worth it because your life is a concoction of his rib and God’s breath
Your flesh almost tasting death
Your feet pleading with burning concrete to keep your dirty secret
When will you say enough?
When will you get mad enough?
Overwhelmed with rage enough to tell him you’ve had enough?
When?
You came to the party guns blazing
Your head flickering above the 9th cloud, you been blazing
But see the marriage of gravity and his strength will make sure you come back down hard
aint no escaping
Just as the earth keeps rotating your head keeps spinning you’re losing direction because your mouth has muted out the inner man speaking
It’s time to wet that clay get on the moulding tray and start fixing
No more crying, start talking
The bones were dried up without breath until Ezekiel learnt the fine art of speaking
Sorry to burst your bubble but
#MenAreTrash will not send vibrations into your lifeless bones in attempt to revive you
Fight back while the soil is still beside you
You’ve got to trust you
You are a brown buttered force
And your tongue is a burning blade
Wonderfully and fearfully made
Pure enough to evoke life
While carrying the world on your back
You are strong
You are bold
You are…
WOMAN