She died again today

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Today she died
Last week it was that young woman-
This month it was a friend’s colleague
Few months ago it was a friend's niece
                                        Few years ago it could have been me
Early this year it was a distant relative 
3 years ago it was a dear friend
6 years ago it could have been my mother
30 years ago, it was my namesake.

When will we do something?
When will we stop saying," It's none of my business"
                                             ”You made the choice"
                                               "it’s normal"
When will we step in?
When will we intervene?
Why do we pretend it's not happening?
                                                            Even though we see the bruises
                                                                               We see her crying
                                                                                We see the many missed calls and check-ins by him
                                                                                We see her broken and blue
                                                                                We turn a blind eye- and say, " she chose this life"
I suppose in our small spaces
In our small groups
In our small homes
In our small movements
In our small organisations
    We are doing something
    We are saying #enoughisenough
    We are saying NO to Violence against Women
    We are screaming, we are fighting, and we are rallying
    We are saying #enoughisenough

                                                            I hope one day
                                                                       One day
                                                                                   That men don't feel threatened by women
                                                            I hope one day
                                                                       One day
                                                                                   That men are comfortable with their love
                                                            I hope one day
                                                                       One day
                                                                                   That men are comfortable to express themselves in                                                                    in a manner that is healthy
                                                           I hope one day
                                                                      One day
                                                                                 That man will know the meaning of loving freely                                                                                         and  openly
                                                           I hope that one day
                                                                       could be today
                                                            I hope that one day
                                                                        women are free!


                                                        
                                                 








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