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23 Apr

Hurting

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I know what it is
It is fear
It cannot be love
Be it that
To love is to fear
Or that
To love is to be in awe
As with a Deity
But how?

 

That slap against my cheek
The fist against my nose
The foot against my hip
My back
My waist
My forehead
Tell me
How can you open your mouth
To say you love me
To say you are thankful
To say you are sorry
When you did it again
Yesterday
Last Week
Last Month
Last year
And the year before
And in 2006
What about tomorrow
What will you say?

Will you push me against the wall
Off the bed
Out of the car
And I in panic
Curl up on the cold hard ceramic
Close my eyes
And lift my hands to my head
And
Scream out to my children
Call Rumbidzai
Tell her to come
Tell her to come to me
Tell her to come and get me out
Out of your anger in a small green bottle
Out of your vicious words
Out of your evil and painful grip
Of my pain
In the taste of salty tears and blood in my mouth
And its smell in my nose
And in the eerie ringing in my ears
Out of my commitment to you
To honour you
To respect you
To love you
How can I
With a broken soul and nose
With so much anger

No it cannot be love
It can only be fear
Fear enough to call you Daddy
Fear enough to panic when you are quiet
Fear enough to be flustered at your silence
Fear of touching you
And of knowing that I have to
Stand up and tell the world that I know what it is
To be in fear
And not be able to remember
Exactly what it is
That made me
Walk straight into your life

Last modified on Monday, 23 April 2012 11:33
Koliwe Nyoni Majama

Koliwe is a writer, poet, mother and a lover. She is a trained media professional who currently works in media activism, and has a passion for community media – real people, telling real stories and making real news! She spends most of her spare time playing ‘mom’, reading feminist work and writing her way to the top.

1 comment

  • anonymous

    thank you i know the true meaning of that poem, i m living it and the worst part is to pretend to everyone that all is ak, guys chakafujidza dzimba matenga...some of us r suffering silently at the hands of someone who claims to love you....:(

    anonymous Monday, 11 June 2012 18:28 Comment Link
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