A scarred soul

 

They will call us silly for not wanting to clean after them

They will live in denial and reaffirm to themselves that a changed, empowered woman is still a failure

They will call us bitter, angry, irrational, and toxic for speaking up for others

They will call us relationship breakers for lifting and enlightening a sister drowning 

For showing them it gets better if not there, then out here

They will think we are negative for offering a shoulder to our kind

For how long do you want to trample on us?

They will belittle us and make us think we are crazy

We shall be judged without being understood

For the world has to function in their favour

When they wake up, we shall be far

When they finally see, they won't reach us

And the tables might turn, not for the good I fear

How do we co-exist without thinking woman is way and way below you?

When you look at your mother? 

Are you happy with how your father treated her?

Do you or did you like how your father looked at her?

Was his look full of love and admiration or was it full of disdain?

Did you like what you heard in their bedroom in the dead of night?

What did you hear?

Laughter, soft loving whispers, and games?

Yells and bodies crashing into each other you had to close your ears and flinch in pain?

Did you enjoy hearing your mother laugh or cry?

Did you enjoy seeing your mother happy and always in a jovial mood?

Or did you like her with a swollen face, bruises on her body, and permanent red eyes from all the crying?

She was a punching bag, wasn't she?

Or was she a flower?

What would you prefer your mother to be? Punching bag, or flower?

Do you remember your mother for being a monster with a scarred soul?

Do you know what transformed her?

You think she loved you little? Don't you?

She loved you fiercely she hated it for you were his seed, a replica of the being that destroyed her

But, she loved you nonetheless

She tried, she tried...

Do you remember how the man you call father abandoned you?

Do you remember the day, time and events of the day?

Or were you told of it for he couldn't bear your sight?

Did you like it?

Do you remember the feeling?

Is this what you wish for your children?

For the partner you love?

For this world?

It's up to you what society you wanna build

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Through the eyes of AYENYO Joanita