To The Guy Who Calls Himself My Sister's Husband

 

Hey you 

The guy with a fake smile 

The monster who smiles in our eyes but beats the life out of my sister behind closed doors 

Hey you 

The man with the clenched fist 

Keep your hands to yourself

Just because you can't express yourself in words doesn't mean the beatings would do any good 

She doesn't want to fight 

But...

But that's the first thing in your to-do list right?

Everytime you feel the world at your feet, she is the towel you use to dry your sweat away, the mud you step on after a few bottles of what you think makes you a real man but destroys that happy soul I once knew 

Then out of self pity 

Out of mere pity you calm yourself, dry her tears; you look straight into her eyes and feed her all the lies in the world in the name of love.. 

Then she would say she loves you back 

But no...

She's lying 

Cause is it love to be hurt and bruised?

It is it love to be torn apart by the one man who calls himself your pillar

To be made a mere object in front of your own kids 

Everytime you raise your hands on their mother 

They watch of how she's incapable of defending herself because of fake love and faith 

Because of societal obligations 

Because the society says submit and be the good woman every other man wants 

The good woman who never questions anything

Hey you, you! 

Maybe one day you'll leave her alone 

Maybe one day she'll be happy

Not in pain, she'll have all her happiness to claim

Maybe one day I'll stop seeing those texts from her at midnight saying, "what did I do to deserve this?"

© amimoh