Poetry 4

This forth poem is out of the cliche nature as I made it about a woman choosing her husband but the husband was forced into the marriage. Conventionally, it would have been the other way around but there are some men who are forced and other women who were privileged. 

Divergence
Today is the most magical day of my life.

Today is the day that I am to become a wife,

to a man whom I love but scarcely know,

yet he stares at me with a look of woe.

Today is the most dreadful day of my life.

Today is the day that I am to hold a knife,

hold it, to my open and brawny chest;

to take my own life and lay it to rest.

I love him so much, I love him so much.

I could not bear to refrain from his touch.

I despise her so much, I despise her so much.

I could probably kill her now, I hate her so much!

I chose my husband well; I chose him so well.

I'm reluctantly forced into this never-ending hell.

Hatiah Begum

1997-