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Poetry for GBV 6 – The Silence of a Flower

The Silence of a Flower

We met in the Spring,
My garden was just beginning to bloom.

Tentative shoots reaching up through the soil green,tender,cautious and unsure.

The trees were swaying gently in the city chasing side to side.

I sat in wonderment with the sun shining in the garden.

Sadly, I made a mistake,I planted the wrong petal at the wrong place and time.

At first you helped me watering and strengthening the roots,but It didn’t last.

Man, I can hear you yell and your voice echoes through my ears.
Broken and Stiff,Let me ask you:
“When did you get so violent,hostile and unsatified”?

Please Have I done something awful to you?

Cause You stripped away my self worth layer by layer until there was nothing left from me.

Harsh marks of bruises and scars do not fade,melancholic I always feel.

Hey Darling,when you are abusing,gaslighting,beating and slapping me,
Does that makes you a man?

Is this what you halsened me to guide our son?

Yet a cage of pain is now my home,I am getting used to.

But from all the terrors of life doled out to me in one single blow,
I am not loosing my identity,I am that Girl I used to be,I still carry the boldness unapologetically.

So I hid my garden,and grew it in secret,my flowers bloomed but not under your gaze.

I stand against Gender based Violence because Love doesn’t Hurt.

About the author :
Claudine Karangwa defines herself as an Economist๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐ŸŽ“ |Writer&Poetess๐Ÿ“๐Ÿ“šย  | Blogger ๐Ÿ”— | #Activist #Feminist | #AfriKa-n ๐ŸŒ | #Rwanda-n | #Tennis lover | #Traveller |
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