She looks at all those letters,
once perfumed but now
all they carry are sweet memories,
punctuated by heart breaks when he kisses other lips,
when he claims she is beautiful but never takes her out,
yet, she is happy with herself,
why be a burden to her husband
when other girls out there are happy to fly away with his cash?
he never buys food anyway,
she has learnt to tolerate half a man for a husband in her life.
When she ran from her mother's grip all she saw was salvation,
She couldn't afford to lose her key to heaven,
especially when it was scented with well chosen words,
ironed suits and subtle chuckles-
He was God-sent and she feared losing her angel with a long wait,
she rushed into a trap
and down into a pit of misery she fell,
too deep she couldn't see her feet,
and now she is stuck in mud and fears breaking a limb with an escape.
Decades later, she is now his rag, a punching bag,
A tool to the man who sees her as a desperate escapee,
Her once proud breasts that led the way now face her feet,
her once smooth flanks now house folds over stretch marks,
She is no longer his beauty queen,
and it seems all that drew him to her was her graceful walk,
Her once round eyes that captured him in bed
now gaze at the gate each night,
hoping he comes back will all limbs,
she is now a prisoner in a cell she built with her own hands.
She now lets him go on and kiss other lips
with the same mouth he bites her with,
No longer bites of passion but marks of pain and ownership,
She wishes she had a son to make him proud of her,
But her seven daughters give her the sole solace of a brighter future,
and her fried fish in the open market give her a confidence of their education,
She teaches them daily,
and hopes they won't fail and earn an imprisonment as she.
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