...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 But he will never be content. Yet I made a promise to 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.