Tears of a bruised woman
I had to put up with all the pain
The pain that you caused
I had to stand and watch you
As you trampled on top of me
As you trampled on my feelings
I hung in there
Just like a punching bag
I had to sit there
And listen to you
As you told me
That I was useless
That I wasn't woman enough
That I was just a disgrace
And that you just did a favor by marrying me
Then I wondered?
Are those the same lips
That said
I love you
You my everything
You my dream come true
You complete me
You bring joy in my soul
Not long ago those lips
Told me this beautiful and loving words
But just a second ago
Those same lips
Degraded me
As I looked up
I saw this strong and warm hands
Those same hands
Which use to protect
And keep me warm
But now!
Now! All they do is hurt me
And turn me into a punching bag
They hit me so hard!
Until I bleed like a cow that has just been slaughtered
These very same hands have broken each and every bone
In my fragile body
Sengathi beku kajwa izinkuni
As I sat there
I looked at you
As you gave another woman roses
The same red roses I love so much
The same roses you use to give me
I putted up with it all
What's more painful is
My children also had to put up with it too
By the time I decided
It's enough!
It was too late
Cause my body, heart and soul were bruised
Beyond repair
It was too late
Cause I was laying in my grave
I should have ran while in my hospital bed
It was too late
Cause I'm now behind bars
Cause in the end
I killed him
Vangile Mtyali
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