She sits there; Only those few moments has stolen to rest, But her mind in sorrow, Contemplating on who she would have been in life He Future destroyed; By those who gave her life, They could've sent her to college But they sent her to marriage Regret; A pain in her heart, A memory she can't escape, Caught up in this trap. Her dignity is lost; To some man of the past, Forced on her, And they say it's tradition Little girl wonders; "My peers are in uniforms; Holding pen learning to become nurses," While she holds broom learning to be a wife.