Marked
Her back was marked
She was stamped
"Sold", it read
To some unknown hand
That day,she was
Dressed in red
Bedecked in gold chains
Like a halter around her neck.
She tied her knots,as a girl
To a man twice her age
She became his property,that very day
Her life,completely changed
She lived to pleasure,the man she knew
And the animal,she did not
The days were short
The nights drew long
Her body collapsed
She was tired
Bruised,burnt,stripped,lashed
She had nothing else to do
But shut her lips and move her hips
Quietly, she did what she had to do
Her back was marked
She was stamped
Sold, to an Unknown Man
After marriage,it is not rape
If the man makes love to his woman!
©mirai_shayari
