I was meek
I was meek
I loved...
And lived my life
Only unless I became a wife
The day I always dreamt of
Hoping life would take a turn on
That day...
Life actually took a turn
But to make me handicapped
To bestow me with a life
I could not govern
'Twas my first night
My dreams just a few
But akin to many of you
I couldn't hold even one of 'em true
I was pretty... Enough
He was extremely tough
He was intolerant
And did nothing fair, but made me pregnant
A year passed
With a son I got blessed
Nothing changed,
he was more strange
"How dare your son tore a page", he drummed...
"He is just a child...."
Was enough... And I got bumped
It was 14 years
I had nothing, but tears
I held on
I still do
14 to 35... But for him
All these years
Were just a few
I still am meek
Over all the years, I could nothing seek
I got hit... I still get
Like before, I am silent
For I am helpless
I chose the life of mess
I am a woman
I cannot complain
A woman so meek
A woman married to a freak!