My Day

A letter from a grieved daughter

I chose not to celebrate 

Instead walked down the 

Rugged, tattered lanes of 

My emergent Nation to 

Witness the sanctity of womb.  

I heard a suppressed cry,

Drunken abuses and deep 

Marks of domestic violence. 

A few broken promises 

From a holy marriage.  

I walked on to meet a 

Grim faced greedy dowry 

Holding a note of death.

Last words of forgiveness 

From a hapless daughter.  

A daughter was violated 

Her existence was cursed 

Her esteem was raped in public 

She was no longer safe 

In  her own home. 

 My day failed me . 

A day of comforting smile  

A word of gratitude, 

A gesture of respect. 

Can heal but not cure.

Author's Note

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[Ayisha Upshaw]

'Her esteem was raped in public
She was no longer safe
In her own home. "

my favourite part.