I was a doormat
I was your slave
Tourture and pain were the words one would use to describe my life
But now I tell my story
All roses and paddles filled up a room
Candles lit up
At least they were not as bright as my smile
And I took a sit not knowing that I had to pay
By blood and tears
I would listen to Maya Angelou's “ Still I rise "
Every word would disolve so fast in my dark and shallow heart
Not knowing how to act on those deep cutting words
I stayed till my mother had to say goodbye to me
In a room filled with women who fought
And she asked herself “ why didn't she fight "
I Never Fought
Tinyiko Baloyi
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 02/19/2021
Poet's note: I wrote this for every woman that went through abuse and for those who are still enduring it so that they know once they raise their hand you LEAVE
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Poem topics: dark, heart, life, mother, pain, smile, women, fight, deep, rise, fast, bright, listen, goodbye, story, slave, room, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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