The story of her life….. isn’t over

The story of her life

…isn’t over

Married at fourteen

Mother at seventeen

The frail little girl

Is pregnant

Once more

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Her mother

She sent her

To school

Like other children

Of other maids

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Her time

In school

It was fun

With her friends

….so many

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At home

It was different

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She sat hours

Stringing beads

And turning them

Into gaudy

Shining

Necklaces

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She had

To earn her keep

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She helped her mother

Do the cooking

She swabbed the floors

She washed the clothes

Her mother

She was busy

Doing other people’s

Chores

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Her mother

She cooked

She swabbed

She cleaned

She looked after

Other people’s

Children

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Her father

He worked

He drank

He beat up

Her

And her mother

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Her brothers

They

Lorded over her

————-

Her mother

She too

Didn’t give them

Chores

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They spent their time

Playing games

On their mobiles

Her mother

Had bought

For them

—————

With the money

She earned

Stringing together

Those gaudy necklaces

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The toilet

Five minutes away

Waiting in the queue

Red spots

Her life was over

————-

They could not afford

To give much

But she was pretty

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For ten thousand

They palmed her off

Indebted forever

The celebrations

On her wedding

————-

He was older

He was drunk

He had another

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On the first day

Beating her up

When she resisted

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She was fourteen

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The family poorer

Than hers

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The toilet now

Ten minutes away

The bathroom

Just a place

Enclosed by cloth

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Cloth that

Her brother-in-law

Could open at will

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Careful she was

That frightened girl

Only bathing

When her

Mother-in-law

Was home

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Her mother-in-law

A maid too

Her sisters-in law

Maids too

So was she

A maid too

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In a new place

A tower

An ivory one

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She worked

In five houses

Cleaning in one

Cooking in two

Looking after kids

In another

And then

Washing dishes

In the night

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Hurrying home

To cook dinner

She couldn’t be late

She would be

Beaten up

———

By that old drunk

Her husband

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She fasted

Twice a week

Prayed

That things get better

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They did

For a while

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She conceived

—————

Take rest

Don’t exert

Eat well

They say

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That’s for the madams

Not her

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Some madams

They are good

Feed her

Let her rest a while

But not the others

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The baby’s due

A month to go

She labours on

Her labour

It began

A long time ago

———-

She’s young

A kid

She’s seventeen

————-

Her madam’s daughter

She’s in college

She’s seventeen

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She packs her tiffin

Washes her clothes

Her undies

Puts them back

In her cupboard

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The pretty ones

To wear

To the malls

And parties

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She loves that girl

She’s friendly

And loves her back

She gave her

A pair of jeans

She outgrew

————

She couldn’t wear them

She wanted to

————-

But she gave them off

To her unmarried

Sister-in-law

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She has to walk

Twenty minutes

Downhill

To reach the tower

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That’s the easy part

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Exhausted

After work

At night

No bus

—————

Twenty minutes

Uphill

And then

The chores

At home

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Her body aches

Her feet swell

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Here heart

In a tiny corner

There is hope

Joy

Mixed with fear

And resignation

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The child within

She hopes

It’s a boy

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But she will

Have to leave him

Or her

With her mother-in-law

And go to work

Only to be

Back

In the night

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One more

Mouth to feed

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She wonders

What will happen

If it’s a girl

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Will she live

The life she lives

Married off at fourteen

Pregnant at seventeen

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No she says

Firmly now

Her footsteps

Marching faster

I will not

Let her

Be me

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I’ll work harder

Educate her

In an English school

Send her for Tutions

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I’ll take my mother-in-law’s

Taunting

My father-in-law’s

Jibes

My sisters-in-law’s

Bullying

My brother-in-law’s

Ogling

My husband’s

Beatings

My madam’s grumbling

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But give her

A better life

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After my child

Is born

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I will go

In secret

Take a day off

From madams

To the municipal hospital

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They don’t want

Population

They have

The operation

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I won’t have

Another

Mouth to feed

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Is she wrong

To stop God’s

Blessings

Her future

Would be children?

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You be the judge

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