By Aisha Ali

(A Tribute to Abused Women)

 

Sunshine, Sunshine, Shining Through

Lighting up, the sky so blue

Sunshine, Sunshine, is it true

The tears you cry are red in hue?

Smiling, Smiling, a cheery face

Shining through from a secret place

Hidden from view, beneath the surface

A twisted, painful ugly furnace

Crying, Crying, silent tears

The soundless scream that no one hears

Broken, Tattered, a heart that fears,

Shadows jeering, mocking her cries

Mirror, Mirror, reflect the truth

From within our souls’ depth

Let us see the rot and filth

And break this destructive myth

 

 

Aisha is a writer and currently employed as a copywriter in Advertising. She is also enrolled at the University of Nairobi studying for a degree in Journalism and Media Studies. She has a strong interest in using social media as a platform to highlight, talk about and champion women’s rights issues. She believes that it’s a space for women who would otherwise be silenced, to voice their issues and build communities with each other. She uses twitter extensively, under the handle, @bintiM, to spark conversations on various issues facing Kenyan women. Aisha was a participant in AWDF’s 2015 Writing for Social Change Workshop in Kampala, Uganda.