My life, like a sandbar, <br />has been taken over by a monster of a man <br />who wants my body under his control <br />so that, if he wishes, <br />he can spit in my face, <br />slap me on the cheek, <br />pinch my rear; <br />so that, if he wishes, <br />he can rob me of the clothes, <br />take my naked beauty in his grip; <br />so that, if he wishes. <br />he can chain my feet, <br />with no qualms whatsoever whip me, <br />chop off my hands, my fingers, <br />sprinkle salt in the open wound, <br />throw ground-up black pepper in my eyes, <br />with a dagger can slash my thigh, <br />can string me up and hang me. <br /> <br />His goal: to control my heart <br />so that I would love him; <br />in my lonely house at night <br />sleepless, full of anxiety, <br />clutching at the window grille, <br />I would wait for him and sob; <br />tears rolling down, I would bake homemade bread, <br />would drink, as if they were ambrosia, <br />the filthy liquids of his polygynous body <br />so that, loving him, I would melt like wax, <br />not turning my eyes toward any other man. <br />I would give proof of my chastity all my life. <br /> <br />So that, loving him, <br />on some moonlit night <br />I would commit suicide <br />in a fit of ecstasy.<br /><br />Taslima Nasrin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-marriage-2/
