TOO OFTEN, WE LIVE IGNORANT to the different gestures and acts of Domestic Violence, and turn a blind eye to its seriousness.
With the constant cultural mitigating and unconsciousness many men, women and children in Papua New Guinea and the world have fallen victims of this matter.
It is serious in every sense, and this poem amplifies its seriousness, that words aren’t just words, and a hit and a slap now and again is a matter of Domestic Violence and must be addressed accordingly. I commend women like Lana Kami, Mehere Maladina and all those organisations who are sincerely advocating against this issue.
Indeed your words aren’t a throng of letters anymore
Amplified by the propitious waves from within your soul
Not the tune of tenderness we once danced to
But tools of trauma, I live impaired
Indeed the pushing and shoving aren’t gestures of passion anymore
Depicted by the gentle grasping of your hands
Not the tender clenching of certainty you assigned me
But contraptions of stigma, I live impaired
Indeed your glares aren’t sincere as rendered anymore
Illustrated by fathomless brooding from within your port
Not the graceful glance of acclaim you once gave me
But the peering of contempt, I live impaired
Indeed your thoughts aren’t composed of blissful sonnets anymore
Forged by joyous cascades that swirl your cerebral matter
Not the fanciful notion we shared in time
But perceptible spite of envy, I live impaired
Indeed your presumptions aren’t your efforts of preference anymore
Robed instead, by genuine intentions that you contrive earnestly
Not the ambitious seeds we once planted together
But wilful control to deprive my integrity, I live impaired
What has come of our once sincere alliance?
Comprised of artless toil and sentiment
No more the covenant of truth and sincerity
But a vicious cycle of madness!
Enough! No more! No more, I live impaired!