Women

TICK TOCK #2

TICK-TOCK

Quick check for dirty spots

TICK-TOCK

Another quick mop

TICK-TOCK

Must make sure the toothbrushes are in their assigned spots

TICK-TOCK

he’s on the dot

TICK TICK K-A-B-O-O-M

I… forgot to clean the clock

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When you meet her you would never know from her beaming face that she has been through hell and is still clawing her way out of it.

She can neither read or write and but is fortunate to have a job as a labourer. With this job as well as selling betelnut after work she manages to make ends meet and support her children.

She has an ex who won’t let go and prefers to sweet talk her into coming back with anything he can get his hands on. Its been years of constant physical, mental and verbal abuse.

She has taken out restraining orders but her ex does not adhere to them.

Recently he jabbed her in the thigh with a knife it would had been deeper had she not been standing behind a door forcing it to close while he swung wildly at her

I don’t know how to help her. Relocating her I think is not an option because she can not read or write and finding a job would be extremely difficult and I do not have the means to support her. We do not have welfare benefits in PNG so it seems like a dead end.

She had him arrested but is under immense pressure from his wantoks (relatives) to drop the charges and do away with the restraining orders.

I am moving to town in several days and I am very worried about her.

She lives in fear.

I feel like crap but don’t how else to help her.

Sometimes I think it would be better if I did not care. If I looked the other way. But I can’t so how the frig do I get rid of the guilt? The feeling of being useless and what do I do?

Sometimes life is so #$%&*.

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Help Amnesty International Australia stop sorcery-related violence & killings in PNG, both now and in the future.

Taste my tears

and

Silence my screams

Catch my hits

Stop my trembling

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Women Not Witches

Julie suffered severe injuries when she was kidnapped and gang raped © Vlad Sokhin

Six-year-old Julie was kidnapped by four men in Lae. They raped her for eight hours and then left her on the street.

Her injuries are so severe that she can barely walk and can never have children.

VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND GIRLS IN PNG

Facing violence, torture and death is a horrifying reality for many women and girls in PNG.

Violence and murder

Despite new laws making sexual and domestic violence against women a crime, women and girls in PNG still face savage attacks and even death at the hands of strangers and family members. Gang members in the country admit to committing rape and armed robbery, with two-thirds of their victims being women.

Sorcery-related attacks

Women and girls in PNG are also the victims of sorcery-related attacks. Accused of witchcraft – often by neighbours or loved ones – they are subject to beatings, torture and death, with some even being burned alive.

Such cases are rarely brought to court, perpetuating the brutal tradition.

But things can change.

THE SOLUTION: A TWO-PRONGED APPROACH

To prevent further violence and death against women and girls in PNG, we need to act fast. We can tackle these horrendous issues head on from two angles.

  1. Short term: protecting women and girls at immediate risk of violence and killings in PNG.
  2. Long term: bringing about lasting change in PNG and throughout the entire Pacific region.

Short term

During times of crisis or danger, your support allows us to:

  • Help those in immediate danger of violence and death by providing rescue, relocation and shelter.
  • Encourage as many people as possible to take action on behalf of those at risk.
  • Provide publicity on cases of violence and death and let the PNG authorities know the world is watching.

Long term

With enough resources and research we can continue to:

  • Pressure the PNG government to ensure the implementation of legislation to protect women.
  • Work with local activists on the ground to help end violence against women in PNG for good.

Lovemaking Soulbreaker

She bites down to stop moans escaping

 nauseating lips brush down her neck  past bruises on her back,

 She holds her breath waiting,

 repulsive stench of alcohol fills her nostrils saturating her whole being

 He caresses her cheeks,

 he has slapped repeatedly

 Tenderly traces her nose,

 he makes bleed frequently

 She twitches as he strokes and caresses

over and past fresh bruises left by pounding fists

His pace quickens so does she,

she moves carefully to protect ribs kicked recently

She moves to meet him,

incase he thinks she’s faking this

Moans and groans burst forth finally free,

timed and building to release

 Together they soar,

 to compliment his masculinity

 “Was it as good for you as it was for me,” he whispers ever so tenderly

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I was hesitant on posting this piece. Anyway here goes.  Pls Let me know if you get it.

Maiya

If you were me

 If you were me

Where would you be?

Would you be happy?

Or have a family?

 

If you were me

Would you sleep easily?

 And not have bad dreams?

Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?

 

If you were me

would you trust people easily?

Would you make friends quickly?

Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?

 

If you were me,

Would you forgive me

For stealing your virginity

Before you turned fifteen?           

 

If you were me

Would you hate me?

Would you run away constantly?

And would you refuse to call me mummy?

 

 

Why my poems are black and grey

Take a glimpse at this painting I named my life,

Daubs of memories are splattered far and wide,

They show a picture of my reasons why,

 

So with words I paint,

With my weapon slash brush in my hand,

My mighty and trusty pen,

 

I’ll paint until my hands crinkle and bend,

I will paint until someone stands up in our broken land,

Until the cycle of violence ends,

 

Until the broken can be helped to mend,

Until the silenced no longer startle at the slight of hand,

Until the cowardly are disgraced and shamed,

 

I paint in black and shades of gray,

And pack the vivid crisp colors away,

So all will know my country is not okay