Poetry: Sister in New Delhi

I know I didn't post yesterday, but I was busy with the Mark Twains 4th annual writer's conference. I wrote a lot, but didn't have time to write for yesterday's prompt. But for day 19 we were asked to do a landay, but I decided to do a series of landays. All of them can be stand alone landays, but they are all connected into one whole poem.

Sister in New Delhi

By Brittany Mishra

Sister walked to the bank,

But the man

Refused to look her in the eye while he denied her.

Sister didn’t walk the streets

At night

So the men would not taunt and follow her home.

Sister never wore low

Necked clothing

Her mother knew men would take out their phones and capture.

Sister listened to her

Uncles talk

“She won’t use a master’s degree when she marries.”

Sister’s boyfriend yelled and

Screamed at her

“You’re going to cheat on me with American men.”

Sister thought she was

Ugly,

Her family favored her lighter skinned sister.

Sister never made love to

A man,

Her boyfriend didn’t believe; he watched her every move.

Sister stared out the window

Late at night

And tried to love herself into a man.