Revenge Poem by Martin Greyford

I was beautiful when you met me
Even if my clothes were rugs
I was naturally blessed with beauty.
You met me in your farm
As I came to do some petty works
To earn some money for grandpa's medicines.

You looked at me pervert,
You stole my heart in a blink of an eye.
Days later you caught me stealing
Some food so I can take home
And feed my poor grandparents
You didn't say a word

Rather helped me escape.
I started falling for you likewise you.
Pathetically, you approached me
I accepted the proposal
Without I knowing that you were married.
You became the center of my world

And later we threw a big wedding
And tied the knot on that beautiful day.
Making known our vows to the public.
Our marriage night was splendid
For you were the very first person
In all things pertaining to my life.

You were my first love and
The first person to taste my vagina
And enter through the door to the
World of pleasures inside me.
I loved the atmosphere of your love.
It was pure.

Fate changed the scenario
When your first wife came into the scene.
I started suffering under her wings
As if you were not around and
As if you didn't see nor hear anything.
I fled to my grandparent's house

You followed me and told me it's alright
You'll sort everything out.
Because I loved you I had to go with you
Without having any insight that
You were taking me in the lion den.
I was brutally harassed and tortured

You never rescued me.
I had to put on sackcloth.
A rug was better than that.
The torture was horribly too much.
I ran away from the city to a far city
With the hopes of not seeing him again.

A certain man picked me on the streets
To his house and told me to forget the past
And focus on the future.
I was hurt when I discovered that
I was pregnant with his child.
The man told me to consider him

As my father which I never had.
Life became soothe and friendly at that moment
As I had put my past aside.
I was happy for a while
Not until I met him in a casino.
I cried again.

I said; "Why is destiny putting this man in my
Life again when I had forgotten about him?
He looked at me and probably resembled me
To the woman he had but this one was now
A changed lady in beautiful clothing.
I don't know why I was looking at him too.

Is it because I had loved him to much
Or it's the world deceiving me to forgive him?
No! That won't happen and I won't allow
It to happen even if I'm carrying his child!
The pain I endured when I was at his house
Will he also endure until I die.