Her Daily Routine Poem by Tebogo Angela Poen

When one gets really fed up
They try to find ways to silence their grief or pain
Even if it means that one bullet that will shut it
So it thinks twice before returning again

Sometimes we don't silence the pain
Rather ignore it as we let everything remain the same
Not that we used to it
Just ignoring it... or... obeying it or...
Surrendering ourselves to it

From the outside view, it was a normal household
Mother, Father and two kids
What was left for the lovebirds, was to together grow old
Well, until into the house came the evil deeds

You know if you can't face it at times, you run away
She tried and tried but couldn't see no way
Sometimes we just sacrifice
Keep on rolling them dice

Hoping that some answers would come
Using them numbers to help our minds decide
Beting on any side that comes
Emotions we hide
Refusing to let out what's inside

She easily covers the outside with make-up
She seems comfortable with her daily routine
After every knock-out, she gets up
Just to replay the scene

Get beaten... packing... leaving... coming back
Get beaten... packing... leaving... coming back
Get beaten... packing... leaving... coming back

GET BEATEN...!
These beatings have become a constant beat that her heart rhymes to everyday
The yellings and curses have become a melody that she can't stay away from for a long time_ her daily eargasm
It seems that her heart's beating can only be controlled by these beatings
So she's scared that she might start gasping
As her heart stops pumping
Then she stops breathing
Because her flesh needs some beatings
So she packs her bags and goes back into that house again

We all know that woman
That mother, that sister, that neighbour
That lover oppressed
That lover enslaved
That lover controlled
That lover possessed

And the question we often ask from the outside view is:
When are you breaking this chain?
Are you not tired of feeling this pain?
Are you not tired of using this lane?
Getting up in the morning, just to be beaten again
Loving in vain....

We all know that woman
Using her remaining strength to see another day
Smiling and telling everyone that everything is okay
Wounded and bruised, she keeps getting up
Insulted and beaten, she returns back into that house
Just to keep the family sane

She has had it and still to have it
So sometimes we don't silence the pain
We just surrender for love's sake
Or should I call it ignorance?
We just allow ourselves to be finished off
With the intention of being hard and cold
So that we feel none no more

She whose heart is continuously broken
May know what it means to be with no emotion
And that's how we sometimes seem to be comfortable
Because our hearts been baptised in a pool of pain

So we get up... just to fall again
Fall... to get up again
So keep on rising woman