One hand up....

Somebody's daughter died
And another woman's baby did it
He has learnt the art of war
How to turn his hands into a weapon that kills
That bangs walls and chroke spines.

I constantly wonder what happens to a body
Of a woman who dies without achieving anything
What happens to a body of a nobody woman
Does anybody raise hashtags for her?
Who wears her shirt and say she belonged to herself.

Can somebody raise hashtags for all the women
Who weren't beautiful enough to make it to the news
The woman who got gang raped in her home
Had boys decorate her pussy with coke bottles
Shaved inside her.

Let's start a movement for my best friend's mother
Killed by her lover.
Found with her hand up for surrender
and one hand on her pussy for protection

What happens to a warm body that drinks
That lives in dark streets of Mkhancwa?
Who write hashtags for Nobuhle
killed on her way from the kitchens?
What happens to the justice of a woman
found in the water dig-up hole rotting?
I still hear her cry
She moves through our streets
But she is drunk and that man is probably her boyfriend
Didn't her body belong to her too?
Didn't her life matter too?
MY HAND UP FOR SURRENDER
AND ONE HAND ON MY PUSSY FOR PROTECTION

How do you not notice your killer?
The first time he smiles at you
Doesn't it reminds you of your last days?
Of fresh graves
Of corpse that smells
How reckless it must be to feel safe in the hands
That will one day kill you
one hand up for surrender
And one hand on my pussy for protection

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Wired6

Intricate, powerful and insightful. Keep it up. X

Miss Que

Thank you

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