For my husband my feelings were a riddle
Just a machine for his unpredictable sexual puzzle
Whenever he wanted sex I must on my switch
When not needed, I must learn to off the glitch
He says women is a man's subservient plaything
Designed only to please the man in his biddings
Whenever the session was on it was an ordeal
Before I could even get ready it is all a over deal
Every day my hunger for sex climax was craving
The pain all over my mind and body is raving
I am told in my religion never to talk about sex
For obedience to my man is all that I must do next
It is a taboo to talk about my sex appetite
But the pain in my emotional heart is very tight
The more sex I have the more I hate him
A male selfish chauvinism whose heart is dim
I agree with poetheart on this. Keep yourself for a more deserving man.
This history of being ready to serve is for to intimidate our libido. Since they will not be able to support us and taking good care of a woman. Then comes the religion, forced marriage and everything else. Man's impotent things. Keep intact your appetite and give it for someone who deserves your great love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem...Very well written.