Again Being Her...

I Blinked Open To His Disgruntled Face,
My Dad, & To The Planet, I Was Ill-Favored
The Dowry Lines  On His Temple Deepened,
As I Grew An Year Old, & Sustained To Grow.
Orthodox Classes Of Time Management Were
Taught, When Elder Bro Was Licking Lollipops,
Divine Household Duties & Education Secondary.
Grave Childhood Was Indeed A Narrow Escape
Through Mom’s Superstitions & Societal Traditions.
My Puberty Spots Reminded Me To Pose Matured,
But Development Of My Privates Tempted Their Inners.
The Lusty Eyes On The Road & Yesterday’s Newspapers
Made Me Scan Even The Touches Of My Dad & Brother
My Liking For That Classmate Was Still In A Budding Stage,
& Soon I Lay Bare Beside That Unknown Aged Rustic Man,
Over Years My Vomiting Only Had One Meaning  For Them,
& There I Gave Birth Again To Her, Pedalling My Own Cycle...