The tale of the Turkish delights

My brother pushes the car
My heart skips a beat
My dad holds my mom
Our eyes tear up as they meet
They’re ready to let me go
I’m not their problem anymore
An ornate silence engulfs us as the engine revs
My brother winks at me, “don’t trouble him too much,” he says
He slips a packet of my favourite Turkish delights
And I wonder how much I’d miss all our fights
Sugar coated and sweet as bliss, I open the packet to cherish my childhood bliss
The mister looks at me and holds my wrist.
His hair is white, his teeth are amiss.
I’m all but fifteen, he’s fifty five
I will never have an identity, I’m just his wife
Child marriage is no child’s play
It’s time we wake up and find the light of day

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