“You are a girl, give it to you brother”
This was her earliest memory as a child
She was just four how was she to know
This is how it will be all her life
Just give and give and give.
As she matured she got used to it,
She forgot she had some feelings
Like jealousy or hurt or plain simple anger
All she did was listen and provide
She just gave and gave and gave.
She gave everything she had to her parents,
To her siblings to her aunts and uncles
Even her grand parents
Then one day she was given to her husband
What else was left for her then to claim?
Have no doubts, she was also loved,
Beyond any measure by one and all
She was provided with everything she needed to grow
But when the brothers came into the picture
She felt that she had been thrown away.
Was she still being punished for the original sin?
Was this some kind of a test?
That she was not allowed to speak her mind
Did her mind even say anything anymore?
She wondered and wondered and wondered.
She had nowhere to run to
She had no place to go
Just the hope of some change kept her going
Her suffocation ended when she saw her two daughters
As reminded herself to just breathe, just breathe.