COMPLICATED GIRL: Do you wanna know her? Do you wanna try? Her lifes a little complicated Let me tell you why, She feels unloved unwanted She cries 6 times a day Her heart is nearly broken Shes in a lot of pain She cuts herself to feel Thats how she plays her games She smiles at the blade Like blood is summer rain Do you still wanna know her? Do you still wanna try? Her lifes still a little complicated Let me tell you why, Besides her scars from cutting, Shes got bruises everywhere; Her mother tends to hit her, And doesnt even care. Her dad’s a millionaire He screams and yells and ignores And when he finally ignores once more, He says shell be alright. Her mom’s a depression patient, Her brother’s jobless, All other siblings abhor her, Because she’s adopted, An adopted orphan, That poor girl. She is struggling for her education, Used to secure 99 percentages In her every exam. But now, sadly, Her grades instantly dropped, Her eyes lost eyesight, The faraway world became a blur mess, Thanks to myopia, And her haters at her college, Who highly misunderstood her always, Without even talking with her, Asking her who she was, What she wants to do for this world. She developed anaemia and low blood pressure, At the tender age of 15, Why? Have you ever wondered? Because, she had no money No dough, To have a checkup, Or to pay the handsome fees, Of the doctor. She still got her hopes high, Became a social butterfly, But still struggled to accomplish, Her aspirations for life. She got depressed, Stressed, And what not. Ask her why? And all she does is smile, With a fake reply: “I am alright, don’t worry”. She wears a Hijab, A black one, To show the hidden darkness in her, To commit herself to the commandments of her religion, But even the Islamic society in which she dwells, Fools her into believing that she’s a disgrace to humanity. Why? I ask, why? So are you scared to know her? Are you scared to try? Do you think her lifes a little complicated? If not let me tell you why, She screams and cries for help - Maybe a way out. Shes trapped in a world of hate, a world of lies and tears. She lies on her bed at night and wonders: Why am I still here? And when she falls asleep Nightmares haunt her dreams. She’s weak and fragile, Meek and polite, Intelligent and wise, Beautiful and endearing, Loves the poor, But also has cyclothymia, Due to rumors about her, Fabricated shit about her. The truth is, Her environment is Full of poison and cyanide. People know her name, But not her story. So are you still scared to know her? Are you still scared to try? You think her life’s complicated? Too late that girl died, They found her on her bed - With her writings safe in a corner of her braid. Her throat slit every way, they waved her death away, like it was an everyday thing. She didnt deserve to die, she deserved to live. But I guess when you live in hell, Heaven always wins. © #ZainabSajid #Poetry 2014
Posted on: Wed, 06 Aug 2014 04:22:24 +0000
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