By Hafsa Sarwar
Words, bursting to get out
All the emotions building up to a shout
she quickly goes to that one place,
Where she can’t be discovered for days
And gives in to her feelings.
She knows she’s not lovable: don’t think her blind
When all the time she’s shunned by her kind
They think her fat, they think her ugly
They think that she’s out of her mind.
She sobs, she weeps, she pleads
But no one has ever realised her needs.
They think she’s heartless: that might be true,
since that IS the picture of her they drew,
But did anyone ever inquire,
If she was actually a liar.
Or just feeling lonely,out of place
Wanting to be ahead in their ridiculous race.
She can’t reach out to anyone
Since everyone only sees how bad she’s done
Nobody realises she wants to be hugged
Kind words, comforted: she wants to be loved.
She wonders if this is her lot in life
Harshness, hatred, troubles rife
She finds no answer, no solution
And so she gets up, with a new resolution.
She will trudge on, make the best of it all
Until she hears her Lord’s call
Then those who were the cause of her hurt
Will be made to see her actual worth.