woman

I was child; innocent
You will be beautiful women day,
my mother said, i believed
Preparing this skeletal,so long
So untrue,maligned
at 16, i realized
when his beetle stained ,smelly teeth
dig in and bite my unsprouted nipple, as a pree
in that tinsel dress, i covered my girlhood last
he reared me, till my threshold
I guessed, that`s what womanhood is
i could feel
body moisture, turning to flakes
vaginal cyst solidifying
aftertaste inured
....
his mother called as "fish oil"
i am woman, not a fish
in this slime, i have learned to swim, though
i smell like a fish, true
i integrate, my days, rice-fish, that`s what your husband like
dawn to dusk;
utensils, wood, among other
on bed, plough ed, beaten
just i am a female
you made me a woman, acquiesced