I beseech your pardon
For being your burden
You bear the right to extinguish my life
As this is your divine right
Do I remind you of past transgressions?
Of that tumultuous night of unbridled passion
You proclaim with pride you surpass in beauty manifolds than I
Your displeasure and shame
And for that you justify your claim
To debase, till I cease to circumvent
“Thou art a destined harlot
Certain to be a destitute, most choleric to my disposition
For I curse thee in every breath”
Ears and heart hardened from the volley of beatings and words
And for that I beseech your pardon still
******** naked in front of father
Flesh exposed and vulnerable
Spit full of hatred and cruelty, as I am not worthy of your affections
So I wonder this moment what is my life
And should I make the final turn to the knife.
This is a poem I wrote after, my mom announced that I shall be wed off at the end of this year, and I started to cry, she commenced to berate me.
This felt almost cathartic to write it all down. I can't even feign to "love her", I really feel so much contempt towards her and constantly fear that I may kill her.