Break This Silence...
Open your mouth
and break this silence.
When was he given a licence?
This is your body,
You don’t always have to be sorry!
His hand on your jaw
Makes your face purple and sore
Is marriage, a war?
Is this why you have come so far?
No money, just drinks, and bars!
Tacky wowmen and fancy cars.
he will learn
when the tables have turned
To hold you tight
Instead of fighting, and arguing
all through the night.
You have to be brave,
You are not his slave
Feel proud to say
I made my move, i did not stay!
Copyright © Agendri Naidoo | Year Posted 2007
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