I write about domestic violence because I am impelled by noble impulses and a desire to bring awareness and eradication of this evil. Such awareness it is hoped will motivate whole communities and their leaders to act to eliminate this accursed thing from among us thus creating a new narrative. We can no longer remain silent as in being silent we will all be complicit in a system that allows for the dismantling of our families and the warping our offspring for generation to come.
Each small step in this direction would collectively amount to a giant leap over this seemingly unscaleable wall. Let’s flip the script on domestic violence and its retarding effects.
The poem below captures the impact of abuse:
She penned the life that was to be;
naivety and bliss of youth
furnished its tone and hue.
Then life, the chameleon, reared its head,
smudging the masterpiece.
A good educator but
an ethereal marriage but
a beautiful baby but
the marauding twins—
pain and abuse invaded her lair,
eventuating the destruction
of almost everything
issuing forth from this paramour
her lone Romeo
throwing her empire into chaos.
The action never follows
the script the author pens.