The Outnumbered

This is the grave of your father

You never met,

A blind date of people who never matched online

I am told it is through knowing where he is buried,

For him to be my guardian angel

For me to belong to him and his bloodline,

In the grave you are forced to take responsibility and provide

Provide me with silence when I need to be heard,

To be heard is to be loved

It is being told that I am patient with you,

I shall now take his infamous surname

For his acknowledgement,

It is an acknowledgement of those who do not care

We strive for,

A guardian angel who passes out with headphones on

To avoid the noise of would-be intruders on tape,

A guardian who does not want to guide you

Forced again to take an oath and testify,

Against his friends who violated you in his presence

When he pretended to be asleep on duty,

A mother always knows when a step father rapes you

Sacrifice the children just to be told that she is loved,

Who will provide for us if all this comes out?

Questions with no regard for the victims

Questions which has nothing to do with you,

For it has never been about you

She will also have the same thing I ordered,

Your partner deciding what you should eat in public

Do not embarrass him this time and smile,

No one should be made to believe that we are not happy

The image of our union is for me to maintain,

In marriage it can never be about you

It was never about then, before I was wed

Responsibilities do not allow you to think about yourself

I am too busy worried about others,

Worried about those I should not disappoint

When am I giving them grand children is the discussion,

To not disappoint aunts who aged without them

I am looked upon as the only educated child,

Looked upon to keep the family's genes alive

You can save the child if they both cannot survive,

A decision unanimously taken when I had lost

Lost a lot of blood and had passed out.