They told her to be quiet,
To clean in pain and cry in private,
To call coercion love,
And betrayal is just “bad luck.”
She was a daughter silenced,
A wife without a name,
A mother pushed aside—
He took her trust, her voice,
Then the system took her rights.
Ill, isolated, unheard—
She kept going through sleepless nights.
They lied with jobs, with papers forged,
Stamped a stranger as her spouse,
Built cages out of procedures,
And made survival a silent house.
She asked:
Who benefits when a woman is kept sick on purpose?
Why is the system deaf when truth speaks?
But still, she rose—
Scarred but sovereign,
Shamed but shining.
She wrote.
She roared.
And the silence split.
Her name may be unknown to many,
But her story—
Unforgettable.
I loved this, really powerful 😊🌸