Where do our women go?
She carried her bag,
With oils and cares for her curls
Combed her hair back
Like all do good girls,
When life made us mourners
In streets looking so glum
She gave us colours
And shone brightly like the sun,
We looked her with lustful eyes
And undressed her in public
Strangled her in the darkness
Forced ourselves between her legs,
There are screams in the shadows
And bullet holes on the flowers
Where we last heard her singing,
Now she is silenced forever,
When children are left orphaned,
And husband’s left widowed,
Who will silence the guns
That has taken all our sisters?
Antreka Tladi
©️May2022
