THE CHILD IN ME

The child in me dreams of becoming a writer 

But she doesn't know enough words 

The child in me is afraid of ghosts but once she will understand people are terrific than ghosts. 

The child in me has nursery rhymes in her tongue not three sleeping pills 

The child in me is in awe with her new glasses but doesn't know that they will hide her tears too. 

The child in me writes letters to God hoping that being a good girl counts 

The child in me sits in side seat of a bus wondering of running trees, not crying about the last hear break. 

The child in me isn't afraid to hold hands with the boy next door because she knows only boys, not what men are.

The child in me climbs trees because her mother is in kitchen instead of reminding her that she is a girl. 

The child in me collects shells and starfishes and counts not purple bruises in her hands.

The child in me eats salted gooseberries and smiles wide because she knew how to smile. 

The child in me makes birthday cards for her parents with broken crayons because she was not ashamed to say that she loved them

The child in me loved to wear her friend's hijab only of she knew how dangerous a piece of cloth is. 

The child in me cried just to forget the reason in her mother's hug. 

The child in me kisses the stray dog in a rainy day and never forgets how he disappeared three days later .

The child in me talked a lot with twinkling eyes 

Never afraid of what to say to whom. 

The child in me wanted a flowerbed of lilacs 

Only if she knew that was what she supposed to become. 

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