I Never Knew When I Arrived in this Country
That my pillow might hold your scent
As I tried to sleep, beginning to know
you were with your first wife and son
That my dowry bought
you and your parents
a larger house in Richmond.
That if I believed you each time you warned
you'd hurt me and our baby if I left,
I would only feed the rakshas inside you.
That our elders' protests, our daughter's
brimming eyes, and my shame
might mean nothing to you
That I did not have to live
with a man shouting,
"I didn’t choose to marry you!"
That the library and internet
are such private places
to find shelters and friends
That if I threatened to show your boss
my bruises, it could stop you, mid-strike
and I'd smell your thwarted breath
That I wouldn't be raped
by a policeman or prostituted
in a shelter, if I called for help.
That other women have seen
the noose of Yama move behind
their husbands' eyes, and survived
That I wouldn't have to take
my three-year-old girl and leave
our home --- instead, you would.
That if I did decide to leave and divorce,
someone in this country
would pay fairly for my work
That I could find one room with a stove
And a fridge, and live with
my daughter, on my own.
But I know now.