She laid there like a doll, for him she is just a piece of meat
He moaned, groaned thrusting in deep,
She had her eyes closed, waiting for it to end
He ended his deed, filling his seed, as her womb is their only to fulfill his needs
She didn't say yes, her consent wasn't important, her confrontation just merely forgotten
He cleaned himself, and cuddled whispering "Love you" in ear,
She wiped her lonely tear, as being used to this charade, "Marital rape is fine"
And the laws doesn't think it as crime,
As justice says,
"After marriage, it's duty of a wife to fulfill every needs of a man, dare you talk about consent, then stand in line as divorce will be served to you with some dime".
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RA's Poetry
PoetryEvery word has a meaning, every words has a cause. A word from me can heal your heart or tear it apart. I choose wise, wishing you do the same.
