I Know My Rights
Know your rights
I kept tossing and turning.
I was struggling to sleep.
I kept on checking the time.
Am I having insomnia?
I am sleepy but I cant close my eyes.
Why is he not coming back?
"He may be stuck in traffic or something bad happened to him."
I kept on looking at the door hoping to see him coming through.
I fell asleep worried sick about him.
He came back the following day looking happy and healthy.
I asked him where he was.
He slapped me and said
"You don't ask the whereabouts of your husband, you are a wife for goodness sake act like one." Not even one tear escaped my eyes,
I was used to all of this.
No don't look at me like that,
I love my husband I cant just pack and leave.
I know my rights.
But I also know he is right.
I am his wife not his mother.
Asking him questions is not my duty but he's mother's.
As much as I loved him,
I stood up for my rights.
I packed and left.
Aha! I can hear you say "Good move"
I left and never looked back.
See? He is now running after me like a shadow.
I know my rights.
Copyright © Bukiwe Tiyane | Year Posted 2016
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