bear with me

The Curse

"pay no heed"
He said with an certain greed
' I am not wrong'
Such were my thoughts, when things went not so wrong

"I am a general" I said that to him
A pity was the look or disgust that took his look
Perhaps it may have been lust
For who I am to be judge (now) were my father's words
Of some one who I barely knew
So much so for my that too trust
To see their intentions within their crust

My father, was stubborn
He was my judge when I told him
Such had happened in a glimpse of touch
Or perhaps was it hold (god knows everything) that make
Their move a wretched and horrid curse

He said, let me look for someone I trust
I was frail to be honest
To ask 'what about my trust'
"Women lawyers or NGOs can't be touched"
For those " they go to public to make it a fuss"

Trust was never big on my half
But judging from looks never was my pleasurable style
This would be my way
To describe me before the way got wrong
I trust father as my closest pawn
Or was it a minister for my wicked game of justice
As my aunt said the same some while ago with a twisted tongue

He smiled ( maliciously or sweet don't ask me then)
"Tell me all about it"
Asking 'it'was so simple
That never occurred in my life
I pity him then for taking easy the meaning of 'it'.

I told him all of it
He asked for more and I told him more
'Didn't I have shame '
Asked from my broken mind to me ( my broken self)

A frown of tension came on his face
He said " more of me and less of him"
I wonder " what was his to gain"
I told him more but now I felt I was no more
Terror and pain never synonymous
As it sounded to me now in those words of mine

He looked at me while writing on a notebook
Something and something again and again
Each look had a meaning
Decoding him felt more worthless

Judge was there, victim was me
The being not human was in here too
The defense lawyer seemed pretty thick and rich
Beautiful watches felt more fearful
Than the time somehow it self

I was chased again and again
Oh sorry for the nuisance it was just my broken self again
Me and my charector are entirely different
For the sake of great God given justice make

Some how pleas passed on and on
Four or was it nine (trials)
I don't give damn about the count

He once again smiled at me
For unknown reasons that makes
My tear break and wreck
He fought for me now
I had to pay
Two days later I was married
To his surname's sake
Case was gone and I was gone
He mocks me as a broken piece
Time and time again
You had pay a price for the justice I fought
Wasn't dowry that went for the same
I told or asked him
I didn't know the same
He lashed at me words or belts
Does it matter for they hurt the same

One day, he brought home his friends for drinks sake
They laughed and joyed to fullest extent
Until dawn broke made curtains crinkle
With the winds that flowed to hallways gate
It was sitting there with milk and blood
It received as friends gift of night

Painless it looked for work
To fight for justice for it to become me
But in the end
Something changed I had lost the will to become me from it

Was it despair or was it pain
That landed me in grounds
Of where we called witches prevail.

- reva