Tears in her eyes
Scars on her back
But always
She kept a smile on her face
How proud she was of us
Her sons
How gentle she nurtured us
Hoping we don't become as cruel as he
Kiss us on our forehead
She did
To bid us good night
But how could we sleep
With all the racket
The screams
And even the cries
That night was the last straw
The gun case was locked
So I broke the lock
Under my pillow rest the cold steel
On hearing the first cry
The next night
I jumped up
And rushed into their room
How dearly she pleaded I not end him
But I knew what needed to be done
With a single shot
It would all be over
BAM!
He slumped
Dead
As my aim was sure
And true
You honour
I am but 15 years old
And I have witnessed 12 years of my mother's torture and abuse
Not once did the police come barging in
Maya Angelou said
"If you don't like something
Change it
If you can't
Change your attitude"
At first I thought I couldn't change it
So I kept mute
And pretended not to hear the screams
Even though she tries so hard to keep them low
Finally I could bear it no more
So I made the needed change
If that is considered a crime your honour
I stand guilty of murder as charged
As I stand against #DomesticViolenceAgainstWomen
