Suicide Dark cupid shot an arrow A broken heart and it’s vengeful partner were interlocked On shaky foundations On softly spoken daggers The stench of promises gone Still lingers… By Anesu Nyakubaya
Tag: 16 days of activism
Poetry for GBV 13 – Upon Realizing Women Were Born To Burn
Upon realizing women were born to burn A woman’s body is a mote an ash, to cure amnesia when memory dies forgive me for unburying pasts but there are ashes sitting on father’s knuckles where mother burnt we saw flames and begun to run we were born with
Poetry for GBV 12 – A sign of change
A Sign of Change. (Universal Version) The day she was born it was more like a fine breeze passing through her nostrils as a sign of the beginning of her life. She came to realize that her life has begun, She was growing up slowly and slowly. Yet she came
Poetry for GBV 10 – No Longer Silent
NO LONGER SILENT At the magistrate court The victim is rocking her anxiety to sleep Praying for the ground underneath her feet To swallow her whole The culprit Guilty at sound be charged Stands proudly, mucho and unashamed He knows how this will go down No one will speak
Poetry for GBV 8 – The Hunger
THE HUNGER… Days passes by, Weeks flows, nights unfolds.. Yet she’s still lamenting! Holding a grumbling stomach, but food on the table! This hunger is draining her till she could cry no more. Mouth opens, salivating! Yet denied to manducate but food on the table! Moment she thought she hit
Poetry for GBV 7 – I am a Lady
I know when l said Yes l drink you calculated Added and subtracted your maths Striping me down to nothing Striping me down to loose canon You didn’t except a lady, did you? You didn’t expect class I could see it in your eyes tracing my dress Looking at me