She would weep every night
Her ever present smile would fade
Every time he announced his arrival
With drank slurred vulgar tunes.
He'd pour his hangover on her
Her submissive enough took it all
Insults and kicks for breakfast
After a night of marital rape.
Once he'd hit her bulging belly
Hard enough, she lost the baby
Still she swallowed it all
Its a taboo to be a divorcee, she said.
Then came the night
The very night of the demons fight
He callously forced his urine down her gullet
Called her a witch, whose only remedy was death.
While out in the fields toiling, him out drinking
She couldn't prepare food in time
So the verdict was out
He chocked her to death.
Yes, poor Mary's life cost
Was a meal
Just a meal, a handful of ugali
Yes, 'cause she'd tied knot with a noose
Till death did them part!
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ReplyDeleteWoW! What a shocking & all too vivid story of spousal abuse. A man is not a man if he has to lay his hands on a woman! This saddens & sickens me. Mary suffered in life, but at least she will have the peace she deserves in death.
A very powerful poem from you, Simon.
Nicely done!
Thanks Andy for your comment. The saddest thing is that most women who face such abuse keep quiet about it for fear of being ridiculed, I would encourage them to speak up and move away if need be.
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