The Matrimonial Home
When young
she wed
to escape
the misery
of a conflict-riddled,
broken home.
She sought love
where no love was
forthcoming,
endured the cacophony
of insults
that poured furiously
from eager, malicious lips.
Seduced by the deception
of societal norms
she remained mired
in a cactus-bedded
marriage
bearing the children
of a man
she continues to call
‘husband’
but truly—a stranger,
a man whom she looks upon
with a quiet disdain.
Sadness veils her darkened,
hooded eyes,
loneliness and frustration
beats every morsel of energy
out of her body,
leaving her
numb and desolate.
For she has no other vocation
than to be a wife and mother
in a society that frowns
upon single parenthood.
Sasha Samy
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