I'm flipping the pages of your heart-dictionary
I'm just trying to find 'your' definition of love
Because this here sweetheart
Is the golden truth
Listen up; get rich!
Your words used to kiss me; not sting me
Now they are nothing but venom
That when you speak paralyses my spirit.
They pierce to the heart with wrath
And leave it bruised,
They leave a painting called a blue eye.
You're like a man in possession
of a riffle
He's powerful until he let's the
trigger go off.
But let me tell you something
This ends right here; right now.
Because we men also, are
victims
Of gender based violence.
Believe me, I am the voice of
every men
That you've silenced in the name
Of true love.
The words have finally found a
way
To wrestle their qualms
Because I am not afraid to speak
out,
Not anymore!
©Mlungisi Nxumalo
2016
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