I am a married
woman,
I have a black patch
on my eye,
The swollen colors
of the night past,
The tears that
refuse to dry.
I am a married
woman,
I get ready for work,
Only to have that
money taken from me,
All for a night's
worth of mirth.
I am a married
woman,
I get out of my
room,
With horrors
unspeakable,
That go unspoken
with a wry smile.
I am a married
woman,
I don't want to go
to bed,
Because sleep will
follow,
But a sleep I wish
would never end.
I am a married
woman,
I have the
glittering sign around my neck to prove that so,
The tightness that
continues to choke me,
A life I wish I
could escape but I cannot.
I am a married
woman,
With all the riches
and fancies that you may see,
My own parents
refuse to save me,
From this hell that
has become my reality.
I am a married
woman,
With the red
lipstick that glows,
With pretty fabric
that follows the curves of my body,
What could you
possibly know of the life I am living.
This is good for me,
Good for the family,
Good for future
progeny,
Perfect answer to
the expectations of this inescapable society.
I have always asked
for it,
I should have known.
I could have
escaped.
I would have
believed.
What's the point...
In the end, I am a
married woman,
A woman, whose words
just don't matter anymore.
