The Women Who Was Vulnerable Poem by simmy maenetsa

The woman who was vulnerable

Everyday she'd sit alone at night
Starring at the door
Waiting for her husband
Wondering when he'll come back
She was not allowed to be herself
She was not allowed to make a mistake
Because mistakes left bruises
That would hurt for so long
She was never happy
Always sad and depressed
Wondering to god why?
Trapped in a hell hole
Because tradition tied her in chains
She would always take pills
To make the pain go away
And always wondered what if I take more
When the door opened
Food had to be served
A drunk husband who always reminded her
That she is vulnerable.