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SPOKEN WORD — BRUTAL FEMINIST VERSION WRITTEN USING THE MEANING OF MARRAIGE DICTIONARY DEFINITION

 


SPOKEN WORD — BRUTAL FEMINIST VERSION


Marriage — Union

Shadow — Ownership of her body, her time, her silence

Contract — Agreement

Shadow — Terms she never wrote

Bond — Connection

Shadow — Binding rope disguised as devotion

Support — Partnership

Shadow — Dependence engineered by design

Structure — Family

Shadow — Cage with curtains

Kinship — Lineage

Shadow — Bloodline built on her labour

Companionship — Togetherness

Shadow — Duty dressed as love


Wife — The Word vs. The Weight

Wife — Partner

Shadow — Property with a pulse

Woman — Identity

Shadow — Asset transferred from father to husband

Spouse — Equal

Shadow — Subordinate by tradition

Helpmeet — Support

Shadow — Servant with a smile

Homemaker — Caregiver

Shadow — Unpaid worker in a house she doesn’t own

Mother — Nurturer

Shadow — Expected destiny, not chosen path

Loyal — Devoted

Shadow — Obedient by threat of shame

Faithful — Committed

Shadow — Controlled through fear of judgement

Respectable — Honoured

Shadow — Restricted, monitored, contained


Latin Roots — The Language of Power

Maritus — Husband

Shadow — Master of the contract

Marita — Wife

Shadow — Possession under law

Nupta — Married woman

Shadow — Woman veiled, handed over

Coniugalis — Conjugal

Shadow — Duty owed, not desire given

Matrimonium — Marriage

Shadow — Motherhood mandate carved into her future

Duxit uxorem — “He led a wife”

Shadow — “She was taken, not asked”


Matrimony — Ceremony vs. Reality

Matrimony — Union

Shadow — Expectation of sacrifice

Wedlock — Bond

Shadow — Lock, literal in its name

Nuptials — Celebration

Shadow — Transaction sealed with applause

Union — Joining

Shadow — Absorption of her identity

Sacred bond — Honour

Shadow — Obligation enforced by culture

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