Two Identites

She’s feeling confused. She feels like she’s locked in prison. Her parents don’t want to let her out but she doesn’t listen. She’s thinking;

“Why do I always feel like I’m the victim?” But it’s hard when your born in Britain. The lifestyle that she’s living has got her feeling lost. Saturday she’s in the club and Sunday morning in the Mosque. She wants to pack her bags and tell her dad that she’s had enough. She’s in the Dumping Ground put her name in Tracy Beaker. Her parents wanted her to study and become a teacher. When she’s looking in the mirror she doesn’t see Ayesha. Her dad beat her because she just come back from shisha. She’s thinking;

“Why am I the one to blame. This is who I am and I don’t really want to fucking change.” When she’s with her friends she tries to cover up the pain. The kind of life she’s living. Got her mum and dad feeling ashamed.

“I don’t really know who I really am. I’m living in a world where I feel like, feel like someone else. I don’t have a choice. I just want to get away and live my life with you”

Yes you guessed what’s next. She met a boy she liked. Her life was darkness but when she saw him yeah she saw the light; thinking in her head that all her friends are telling porky pies. Beacuse theyre trying to tell her you should allow him God supports your life. She’s thinking that they’re jealous so she tells her friends to do1. They’re telling her that they aint worth it you just got to move on.

Now it’s him and her. They thinking can it work? Now it feels like it’s them against the fucking world; linking undercover every single day after college. He’s telling her

“Me and you for life yeah I promise. Nothing’s going to break us because me and you are solid.”

 Yeah it’s just mad by her dad never spotted. Feeling panicky she’s in agony. Thinking to herself

“My parents will be mad at me.”

 Her boyfriend can’t take it anymore so he’s getting on his knees and asks her “would you marry me”

“I don’t really know who I really am. I’m living in a world where I feel like, feel like someone else. I don’t have a choice. I just want to get away and live my life with you”

She’s engaged with him because he’s the one she wants to settle with. She’s thinking that this thing is better hid. Daddy’s telling her “you’re marrying a relative”

She’s thinking to herself ‘I can’t take it, will I ever live’.

The anger’s rising in her so she tells her family to piss off.  Now she’s witnessing her family’s having loads of kick offs. Now she wants to get away because she’s feeling sick off. Her dad’s telling her “You always got to wear a hijab”

She doesn’t know what to think, she wants to keep her family happy but she wants him. The situations getting sticky yeah its getting grim. She’s looking at the sky and asking Allah to forgive her sins; her feelings getting put away. The thought of marrying her cousin got her feeling grave. She packs her bags and tells her dad that “I’m going to run away” she looks upon her man and then she starts to live another day.

“I don’t really know who I really am. I’m living in a world where I feel like, feel like someone else. I don’t have a choice. I just want to get away and live my life with you”