When I write.

Norm

A look at the man,
A dicision is made,
By my very own father that,
He's the one for for me.

He has nothing,
No power, no money,
Nothing except perhaps,
A good ounce of decency.

But Im not being consulted with,
I'm being ordered.
Simply shoved into the norm,
No power to me.

Marriage is like good riddance
Of the daughters of the family,
Like a barter, a trade,
"Take care of her, I'll pay you for it."
And the dowry* system kicks in,
For the groom needs to be paid,
He will not take away,
This burden for free.

It was disgusting, but it was what it was.
A heavily normalised standard,
A flawless system against question.

Imagine the disrespect,
Being treated like useless luggage,
Being transferred without consent,
For the rest of your life, you're a slave,
For there was no love
Between me and the man I lived with.
Just a bank transaction,
Is all I really am.

LC:32

Notes:
Dowry is an amount of property or money brought by the bride's family to her the groom on their marriage. This is a real system that was prevalent in India. Some parts of te country still have this as a normalised standard, which really needs to be changed.