She is abused emotionally and physically,
Her lips are shaking,
Her like were crushed,
They were torn apart.
Her body is frozen,
She is full of scars on her face,
That pretty face is destroyed,
You’re eminent towards her.
Her heart beat can’t hold up any longer.
Stop asking questions,
The tears are talking,
The scars are evidence,
Her voice was taken,
She is linger,
She was raped, nearly killed.
Take the finger prints,
The punches she got will reveal the bustard.
She find life rareness,
She’s having sleepless nights, nightmares.
She’s crying inside her heart full of hopelessness,
She is miserable,
Her life is vulnerable,
The pains she experienced are unbearable,
She’s a woman like your mother.
Why you make her your punching bag,
She’s begging for mercy,
While you so mercilessly, full of cruelty.
I wonder if her silent voice will ever be heard.
Because even her friends no longer care,
God wipe her tears and fight for her.
She’s a silent victim only you can hear her.
A silent victim.
© Mxolisi Ñ Nkambule