A poem – by Luana Malan
You rebelled against the culture of respecting me as a person
Went against morals and values
When you bashed my face blue
Left me in ICU
You forgot the golden rule-to do unto others, what you want done to you
When you tore my clothes, my clitoris, my life apart
You went against what is right
When you chose to be wrong
You wronged my body and my mind
But… my Soul?
Not my soul
Never my soul!
Let me first spit in your face – it’s only fair
Then I’ll give you my other cheek
Rebel against your system to keep me weak
Yes my body is sore, damn sore!
Yes my mind scared!
Let me make this clear
My soul is my core
Besides my mind is putting on a provisional facade.
The love I have for life your revolution can never…
I love you for even thinking you could dare savage my soul
Ha! ICU … Do you see me in control?
I am the author of my life
I am opposing women abuse
I am in love with my life
I am revolutionizing against the system of systematic fear
Not this woman’s soul
Oh no, my dear.