Marriage is a crime 

It all started with a glare

A glare that made me feel worthless 

My only offence had been laughing 

Laughing too loud in public 
A glare graduated to a kick

A kick that left my stomach distressed

My crime had been not cooking

Not cooking for his friends as they watched the game
A round of slaps it soon became

Heavy makeup I compulsorily wore even to vigils

My wrongdoing was wearing that purple dress

The dress he bought but now strangely detested
A glare I endured

A kick I took in

Slaps I accommodated 

Blows I lived with
A criminal he made me

Convicted by him

His prisoner as long as I lived. 

This marriage of mine was a crime
Hospital stays increased

Antidepressants and analgesics infused

Bandages and casts introduced

Yet ended with a sad wife deceased
– Stephanie Ugbor 





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