Tears Of Abuse Poem by Thero Madziba

I climb the mountains of horror and darkness
Alone I take steps of misery
For my runway reasons are countless
The pain inside me is worthless

Mondays of fists on my face
Brutality defined by my cry in the night
My babies see me covered in blood
I cannot even reach for their help they are innocent beings

Tuesdays of insults on the streets
My heart bleeds from piercings of emotions
My sorrow shouts louder that the whip that tears my skin
My back has the map of an unknown land from the belt whipping

Wednesdays of hard labour, I feed the children straight from my hands I have no man though there is a male in my house
Oh! My weakness has drowned me in tears
I long for the grave

Thursdays my back breaks my eyes blind but I still stand to prove that I cannot be torn by abuse though my heart and mind doubt
Amazing grace, singing and burning my cheeks with tears
I look up to the mountains where my help comes from
Tunnels are still dark
No light at the end of any of them

Fridays bestow me with harm.
I stand naked like the trees in winter
The cold breeze search for my downfall
I can't even feel my toes and my fingers don't move any more
All I know is am punished for being a woman

Saturdays are better but not ok
Alcohol has taken him away for a while
The fists are being built up so I will not be tough or a good for nothing woman
They tell me I have to be silent for am showing my weakness
I refuse to let abuse win

Sundays I apply the unknown secret of sorrow on my face
The pastor says a miracle will happen
Mine has not come mountains haven't moved