Abused Poem by Thabile Nhlapo

I wake up to the squeaky tunes of her broken voice singing for forgiveness
I add my note to the melody as I become a spectator
I wish this sight of Ma getting beaten didn't pain me
She does after-all enjoy it or why else would ma stay with him?

I stroll down this dusty gravel road, forcing my way through these cluttered shacks
My reality gives me a glimpse of hope as across I see the cars of the noble pass by the uphill
I get a sense of hope and a better future

Reality shook me once more-ma almost died in her beloved's hands
The loud effects of the pain burst our silence-I know I can't keep pretending it's not happening anymore.
NO I choose to oppress the oppressing emotions /pain holding my free being captive.
It's enough!