"No, it wasn't like that"
"Thats not how I remember it"
"I swear it wasn't me!"
So it was just your hands then.
Your hands that slipped under skirts
And ignored my whispers of 'Please Stop'.
Hands that felt me freeze up in horror
But continued their exploration.
Your hands that held me down while other hands
Tore away at my soul.
Those hands that ruined me.
So maybe then that's why,
Men may kiss me and lie that they love me
But I will never let them touch me.
Because in the lines of their palms
I see sleepless nights, tear soaked pillows
And a girl who couldn't understand why it was her fault
When the world decided to blame her.
I have learnt not to be afraid of men,
But a part of me will always fear their hands.
"Do not disappoint me"
My father says...
...I will try my best not to;
I will not weep when they place the veil on my head
I will not tremble when they place my hand in his.
I will not scream on my wedding night;
I refuse to give him the satisfaction.
I will give him a full household
Yet he will never be content.
But I have promised my father;
So when bruises litter my body
And my mother weeps at the sight of me
I will not shed a single tear.
I will fight;
For every blow, I will be cunning
For every strike laid upon me
I will be three times as cruel.
In this battle for my sanity
I will give all I have and then some;
I have vowed that if he tries to make life hell,
Then I will be his devil.
I will not let him **** me;
Not like they did my sisters.
No; I am no a small candle,
I am full of sound and fury
And when they tell my tale
It will signify something.
And before they lay my body
In this cold earth, where all great women go;
As my husband swears I am a demon
With blood dripping from his wounded eye
And bruises on his beaten body,
I will tell my father,
Right before he kills me
"Do not disappoint me"
And he won't...
...He will not weep when they place the shroud on my head
He will not tremble when they place me in my grave
He will not scream out and mourn
Long into the night, like his brethren.
He will refuse to give me the satisfaction.
Just something that came to me after reading some Child Bride stories, watching a few documentaries and reading some fiction books.
If everything is going well
then something must be wrong
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
They're a frozen sun; a
light that lives in
Ever looked at someone's photo and felt their light, even though they are gone?