She smiles with wounds hidden 
Beaten by sticks
Thrown by stones
And yet she still remains the Queen on the Throne. 

She is sometimes treated 
as passing paper 
blown by winds 
that illuminate stains on streets
As his his feet seek to *****
 her cleansed soul within...

The baggage she carries. 
The shades of burden she walks with. 
The sorrow that she has married. 
As she feel like dust
as it has no value 
when it's wiped of valuable goods..

He enters her purse
as she is not obliged to
be taken advantage of
By him who played the characteristics 
of a two-faced lover as he has entered her...
All thanks to lust.

The beauty of a woman 
not appreciated.
All her struggles fail
to define her, but are then told
because they are the reason of
UBUHLE BENTOMBI!!