My Body Isn't Your Territory

Three years back,

Our two souls changed into one.

And, I thought,

Marriage life will be fun.

Within one month,

You showed me your real face.

Just because it was short,

You tore my dress.

I stay quiet,

But the red marks on my face say.

The story of scars,

You give me every day.

All I use to do is to,

Call my parents and smile,

But deep down I know,

 I wanted to drink phenyl.

I wash my body with water,

So that the stains go away.

Can't curse your daughter,

Cause she's mine too anyway.

The cut on my right breast.

Tells the story that cannot be said.

It is still red,

Feels like you cut it today!

I thought on

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my birthday,

You will buy me a necklace.

But you gave a permanent mark,

On my face.

I try to hide those cuts,

With a full-sleeved blouse.

Is there any online course to teach him,

How to treat your spouse?

All the degree you have taken,

Shows that you are a doctorate.

Do any of your colleagues know,

That you are a wolf who is brute?

Time will heal the marks,

That can be seen with naked eyes.

What about the scars,

The eyes that cry.

The red lipstick on my lips,

Soon turned into blood all over my face

Was this the way,

Your parents taught you respect.

I tied a band,

On my leg.

Thinking that 

This is all my fate.