Written and composed by Zoleka Mandela
Her head is surrendered and wedged from years of apprehensiveness;
disgrace and emotional ill-treatment.
Her wrinkles on her face are significant of her personal combat;
travelling violently across her unrecognizable features.
Her words escaping from her mouth;
are severe, unheard and exceedingly unmentionable.
Her back remains hunched and paralyzed;
with life’s deficiencies and gaping lesions.
Her heart is hemorrhaged and lacerated;
by previous counterparts and failed associations.
Her womb is barren and blemished;
by forced gratifications and the malevolence of others.
Her life remains consumed by an eternal despondency and grievance,
trampled by a fuelled injustice . . .
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