She was only thirteen, merely a teen
When suitors brought offerings and gifts
She thought; 'these are my uncles' but
Her in marriage they seek, nothing
Of this she think, for once in her life
She was not in sync
With the discussion at hand.
No one listened to her pleas of innocence
I am but a child, I have
No milk to breast feed my young innocent
Do you not have mercy or are
You dead to reality that your conscience
Lies in a coffin.
You have taken my right,
Right before my sight,
I am only a girl not a bride,
I am not to be betrothed
I merely have grown; my mind unfinished
Yet you cuff me with a ring
And call me darling.
Sir. Tomisin Eshton