i wrote this piece of poetry in response to the horrendous practice of child marriage that continues today in many rural parts of India:

a black box
she bled from her heart
before she bled between her legs
the black box was more home
than her husband’s.
a few crippled bills
stayed pressed into her in-law’s palm.

the poem and the artwork discuss the injustices faced by young girls when they should be continuing their education. unfortunately, a family is often forced to give up their daughter for marriage due to vulnerability, incapability of sustenance, and economic issues.

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