Child Brides

Her sparkling shoes, 

and dress of white

a princess she felt as she walked 

to her smiling groom.

A glance to her father,

looking the other way.

A glance to her mother

whose face was masked

but her tears were not.

It is legal, they said.


He took her to their home

He took her to his bed,

He took away her girlhood,

in violence and violation,

then shaking, shivering,

torn and terrified,

she curled into a 

bloodied ball,

while he smiled.

It is legal, he said.


Her childish body swelled, 

and endless work became a trial,

cleaning and cooking,

for a monster for a man.

Whose baby battered her 

unfinished frame, and 

her face fielded bruises

because she sobbed

and screamed to say, “No!”

It is legal, he said.


Labouring through days,

her body wracked and torn,

bloody and broken, her 

child’s body birthed a boy.

And the fistula created

flooded her with faeces,

revolting him and so he

took the child to cherish

and divorced her to her home.

It is legal, he said.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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