Ode to a battered woman

Ode to a battered woman. I stood alone , scarred battered n torn. Torn in heart , soul. My individuality shred to pieces. Inflicted by countless wounds. I shed tears of blood. But I could only see coldness n brutality. My family wanted their name n standing to be undeterred . My husband wanted his chauvinism to be at the forefront. A slave to traditions. Devoid of love n emotions. When I stood to fight in society to fight alone. I was called the bad one. The patriarchal system of ages was more rampant. Men , family n society they passed judgement without a hearing. The misery of a battered , scarred woman. When I looked at death. He was a true friend. Refused to take me along. Urged me to fight n I fought for all those countless women, unseen face n when I won the battle. I could see the traditions of ages freed n breathing a sigh of relief