I watch her stand by the mirrow for ages .
Almost an acre of her entire life
Cursing her black skin and wide lips ,
Down to her body, cursing her huge belly and thick legs.
Then applying creams and lipsticks.
To wearing girdles and tight skirts.
Just to get that desired number of admirers.
And one outstanding man to pay her Price .
All while Lucy and lukman were in the academy .
And hamdan and rose building a business .
Even her little brothers only care about their careers.
Then i ponder ,
Oh dear safinah !
Why still by the mirrow ?
In this 21st century .
Then i wonder ,
Oh dear safina !
Why only in the kitchen ?
In this 21st century .
When you can run to the training ground .
Pick up a kaki ,
Or take your pastries to the streets .
Or use your super English language skills,
For a good job as Lily and Adam?
Then i asked her,
Oh dear safinah !
Why are you still by the mirrow ?
In this 21st century .
When you can use all your talents?
So surprising like a blast,
She jumped and jerked unto me with rage.
With her eyes rolling like a ball.
Hey friendy!
Have you lost all your mind ?
Which man would take a woman from the streets ?
Or a tomboy that cant dress her hair, or pimp her body ?
Hell no!
Dont say that to me ever again!
Oh dear Safina,
You dont have to keep your steamers and lips off glows .
But you can wear your veils and and still be that badminton chanpion you used to be .
Alas! She never listens.
