From dust and toil I was Born
To the same Mother as my brother.
Yet I am different and he is not
He is the pearl of her eye
I am the coal untouched.
He laughs, plays and makes merry
I wash, clean and work for him.
He studies
I work.
He lives
I hope to live.
Will it always be like this?
Yes says my Mom.
You are a girl, he a boy
You are a curse, he a boon
You live for him, he lives!
I wish to be ME
Not me as the world says
I dream but with limits
I wish to be free to dream!
Am I odd, I ask
He replies,
"You are not odd my child
You are unique,
Just like all else,
You are one in a Billion
Born to laugh, smile and live
You Will my child."
~ 5th February 2005. My first poem.
To the same Mother as my brother.
Yet I am different and he is not
He is the pearl of her eye
I am the coal untouched.
He laughs, plays and makes merry
I wash, clean and work for him.
He studies
I work.
He lives
I hope to live.
Will it always be like this?
Yes says my Mom.
You are a girl, he a boy
You are a curse, he a boon
You live for him, he lives!
I wish to be ME
Not me as the world says
I dream but with limits
I wish to be free to dream!
Am I odd, I ask
He replies,
"You are not odd my child
You are unique,
Just like all else,
You are one in a Billion
Born to laugh, smile and live
You Will my child."
~ 5th February 2005. My first poem.
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