Tears Of A Bruised Woman Poem by Vangile Mtyali

Tears of a bruised woman



I had to put up with all the pain

The pain that you caused

I had to stand and watch you

As you trampled on top of me

As you trampled on my feelings

I hung in there

Just like a punching bag

I had to sit there

And listen to you

As you told me

That I was useless

That I wasn't woman enough

That I was just a disgrace

And that you just did a favor by marrying me

Then I wondered?

Are those the same lips

That said

I love you

You my everything

You my dream come true

You complete me

You bring joy in my soul

Not long ago those lips

Told me this beautiful and loving words

But just a second ago

Those same lips

Degraded me

As I looked up

I saw this strong and warm hands

Those same hands

Which use to protect

And keep me warm

But now!

Now! All they do is hurt me

And turn me into a punching bag

They hit me so hard!

Until I bleed like a cow that has just been slaughtered

These very same hands have broken each and every bone

In my fragile body

Sengathi beku kajwa izinkuni

As I sat there

I looked at you

As you gave another woman roses

The same red roses I love so much

The same roses you use to give me

I putted up with it all

What's more painful is

My children also had to put up with it too

By the time I decided

It's enough!

It was too late

Cause my body, heart and soul were bruised

Beyond repair

It was too late

Cause I was laying in my grave

I should have ran while in my hospital bed

It was too late

Cause I'm now behind bars

Cause in the end

I killed him


Vangile Mtyali