Am in bliss; total relief; loving every moment in disbelief.
Will the pain return or am I in final freedom like a flying leaf.
What is this? It’s sharp pain and just changed my skin color.
Did I celebrate too soon?
This familiar feeling is heat on my meat.
That sound, sounds like bricks coming down on me.
I feel my heart breaking; something is piercing my soul
My head is ringing, feels like it’s going to explode
This pain, don’t tenderize me, I am not a piece of steak to roast
Let me be, it’s bed time not breakfast time that you burn me like toast
You boast that you own me;
You paid for me in exchange for eight beasts
This pain I feel is supposed to be foreign yet it’s become so familiar
Like the beasts you traded me in for;
You keep leaving your mark for branding;
Your fists, your words, your treating me an asset;
A priced possession you want no one to take.
This pain is too much;
It feels like heated metal eating into my flesh
Sinks deep enough to leave exposed wounds
But shallow enough not to damage the bones
This pain has turned me into a drug addict,
I pop pills more than a baby eating candy
My soul is belittled
My heart detangled
I feel a different pain. This one you can’t use pain-killers
This pain I do not want, I can’t stand it. It needs to end.
Something has got to give and it’s definitely not me.
Either I die or he dies, whichever way this pain has got to end.
Poem by Tendai Garwe aka Sokostina, a published author, an unapologetic African feminist who will not tire to fight for women’s body politics. She is 2015 Motivational Speaker of the year for Zimbabwe International Women’s Awards, and 2016 Zimbabwe Radio Awards nominee for Most popular urban female presenter and an actress.
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