The Bride

Long ago when I was young
All my life was so well planned,
I would meet a handsome prince
who'd ask my dad for my hand;
We'd marry and inhabit
Happy-ever-after land.

My parents had other plans
Where love never had a place
I was born in the wrong home
A member of the wrong race.
A strange young man was procured
We met just twice face to face.

Tried reason, pleaded my case,
Different suitors or more time;
Wasn't granted - dates were fixed,
Dowry found, kameez of lace;
Guests invited, no-one missed -
They all said I looked sublime.

Shackled inside my prison
Bound by convention and pride
I heard the jury's verdict,
Judge's sentence:  Life inside.

                                Verica Peacock

(The Inn Scribers)

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