Thursday, 30 October 2008

Im sorry your dreams are not fulfilled

Im sorry my root has distant from me

In such diversity

Modern yet conservative

I don’t blame on any

Am accepting this


Sorry my interest differ from ordinary

It is not lame as you imagined

The future designed

Investment made in me

It vanished…


Your goal in me I cannot meet

Your future happiness I cannot feed

I cannot be who you want me to be

The person expected out of me


Im sorry Im not your little baby

Im sorry no more does she exist

The hopeful perfect kid you once breed

Have grown into something not so neat


No apologies ‘It’s a Girl!’… That’s me

Speaking for my sister

We rebel as we can be

This unfortunate weaker sex keeps us holding

Holding us back from many things

Not a curse

But a destiny

Million restrictions, no were not running

Tho’ sometimes, that urge we plead


Your goal in me I cannot meet

Your future happiness I cannot feed


Im sorry again

Yours truly

This one owes too many

Believe me

Accept it

Look at me

This is me

Please…

2 comments:

fadz said...

"This unfortunate weaker sex keeps us holding"

omg, why the submissive view on patrichal power?

fadz said...

epi new year!