#writcoanthology

Oh Mother of mine , please do not cry
I am quite happy here you see
Joy abound, no tears to shed
Like an angel they take care of me

I still remember that special day
When I dressed up as a young bride
Though your eyes were filled on my departing
They still shone through with pride

And as to my new home I departed
You know I had not cried
I turned my face, and to hold my tears
Do you know how much I tried

With my right foot I stepped inside
What was to be my new home
But Mother , little did I know
That it was a lull before the storm

You told my my husband is my Lord
I shouldn’t leave him alone
And his parents, I should shower with love
Just like they were my own

But they didn’t want me mom
They only wanted dad’s money
I told them he gave everything he had
And now he hadn’t any

My Lord, he beat me with iron rods
Till I screamed in pain
But I knew it will make you so sad
So I never did complain

His mother would drag me by the hair
And slap me on my face
Would scream and shout that to their family
I was nothing but a disgrace...