Women ad mviolence
We speak of women,
yet they are beaten by men.
On the Cape Flats,
some are treated like rats.
Bruises hidden behind closed doors,
daily terror scrubbed from floors.
Some stay silent, pain held in,
others speak—then try to win.
A drunk husband counts her bones,
breaks them as if they were stones.
She loves her children, hates his hands,
waits for freedom, carefully planned.
She waits until the children go,
then leaves the man she’s come to know.
Enough is enough—her day arrives.
She walks away and saves her life.
Copyright © Andre C Anderson | Year Posted 2026
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