Tonight, She'd Be Married

God made a wife to be loving, diligent and dutiful

with a smile on her face, she will always be beautiful

to tend to the needs of her dear husband and sweet growing child

and to remain in her place, she must become gleefully reconciled

Her mother repeated the mantra with a line pressed upon her face

giving a tug, to secure the wedding dress with an ever-tight lace

“your husband will expect this, and you will be pleased to comply”

the distress of the bride she would no longer dignify

“But mother,” she whimpered, dress fighting her breath

“I don’t wish to marry, tonight will surely be my death.”

Her mother clicked her tongue, waving off the trepidation

“Tonight, you will be married. Don’t act like this is damnation.”

“Your husband is kind, he’s gentle, he’s good,

That’s all a woman could ask, and all a woman should”

Her mother decided the conversation to be done

she would hand her to husband – complaining there would be none

So, woman became wife, and husband was made merry

his bride brought to bed, none to suggest she was wary

he stripped off his clothes, and discarded her own

and with little care and concern, his seed he’d just sown

He kissed her with vigor, and touched with delight

but to enjoy this marital union she felt not but contrite

as he got his due fill and feel deep into slumber

her tears and her worry were too much to encumber

A daughter she’d been just the day prior

till her mother and father had sold her off to the highest of buyers

God crafted woman weak, to be a wife was made her sole ambition

but as she lay in his bed, she found she wanted not to give him her submission