Of life and love, has got to be
The infiltration of domestic violence within our society
But how could this epidemic silently Become catastrophic
How could the family
And by extension the community
While our daughters suffer physically, mentally
How could we ignore the harsh reality of domestic violence?
Condoning it with our silence?
The truth is, saying R.I.P
Has never hurt so immensely
As the thought of a woman
Losing her life, by the hands of the man
Who professed to love her unconditionally.
She has become 1 in 3 women who are victims of physical violence
And though the statistics are painfully alarming, the silence
About this human rights violation persist days after
The nation has buried one of its daughters
But what if this was your daughter
Cousin or friend
Would the tears, anger, frustration and the outcry for justice end?
Why then Have we not taken this pain and turned it into passion?
Have we not made a unified decision
To advocate for the review and implementation
Of laws to protect the women of our nation?