A Corpse

I open my two eyes for the first time,
When I hearted my father slamming the door.

I started spelling my first word to them.
My mother wasn't happy because I said freedom.

I smelled the rare scent of a Rose,
That was given to me for the first time in Valentine.

I understood the meaning of saddens,
Earlier when I realized that Rose was from my teacher.

My virgin heart never felt in love before,
My parents whom decided to do an arrange marriage.

I shamelessly took off my clothes to him,
While he was looking at my body like a ugly hungry wolf.

I learnt how to weep as if I was rapped,
He was drinking like an intense alcoholic, laughing loud.

I wanted to have a real baby, not a doll.
Never happened with a man I have, all he wanted is sex.

I taught myself to drink an unseen Poisson,
Simply because I always felt myself as a corpse with a soul.

I knew everything from before,
That my father wanted a boy instead of girl like me,
That my mother wanted me to be a housewife and not a princess.
That my teacher wanted me to feel in love with myself for once.
That my parents wanted and planned about my weeding awhile a go.
That my feelings wanted of me to be romantic woman to a unknown husband.
That my fault that I slept with a player who barely kissed my thirsty lips.
That my man isn't enough responsible to be a father, but ready to be a money saver.
That my destiny will give me an end, so I could fly with my soul to loveable world.

Why would l live my torturing life myself alone,
Can they once figure out of my absents away from them.
Or was I already a corpse since my mother gave me at birth.

25/6/2014