For she paved a path to ones fortune
She bore you a title mum and dad.
You might have loved her more if she was alluring atleast
or at best a fellow a man for your pride.
Though the role she found herself in limited to others dreams
for others mistakes did she carry and others expectations did she marry
An arranged marriage ofcourse
No freedom No remorse
A curse with no bounds
lost naught to be found.
If she this, If she that
For the "that" she never seemed to do was
That of which you deemed, to be her goal
just for herself, the others free to roam
Your mistakes had boundless covers
For in the dark her story untold
her childhood lost, a tale left cold
"If you cannot be good, how will others learn?"
"If you wish to stray, see how you'll be burned."
A thread of sympathy I did not know
For when confronted, defenses bellowed
Rubbish, Nonsense, Absurd, What pretense!
We never did this and We never did that.
She always does this and She never does that.
Her dreams were not hers to pave
But her sins were a curse to leave unforgave
Or to be engraved in her heart
times with a cane or a mark
For she was the one to carry
The heart the will the "honour" of this family.
She was the example, The one put to test
The first name called, yet never at rest.
She carried guilt, she carried shame,
Seeking joy yet shouldering the blame.
A pain for her choices, a pain for her voice
Though she lived for your rights
she longed for her choice.
A bridge she became
though belonging was forced.
Holding the family together
with no say as her only course
Lethia was her name
