I had a dream
It seemed like we had found a vaccine
No cruelty, inequality to be seen
The cloud of dominance gone, the sky so clean
Then, I woke up, as a voice screamed
You’re getting married
I’m 17
Old enough to wed
Not old enough to glean?
Ungrateful
Am I?
We raised you, we choose
My predator?
Your husband
My predator
How much did I weigh?
A hundred thousand, she proudly exclaimed
Shivering, devastated I lay
Dominantly wounded, will I ever get away?
Father, father
Am I sinful?
Stared down at me
No, but you are a daughter
My heart slowly shattered away
Days, weeks, months passed by
The time came to bid me to him
My eyes dripped
My heart cried
My soul grieved
But my face?
My face, beautifully made
My lips?
My lips, smiled although in pain
My hands, covered in paint
My dress, like a cascade
My hair, attractive to every gaze
I heard girls praying to be me
I prayed they never be me
After all, what they saw was a made up dream
Of course, they couldn’t see
The cloud of dominance never set me free
