Numb lips, tired arms and a broken voice
"Zero, you are a zero!"
Grade ten it was, I still remember.
I remember, that while I heard their remarks, I dived into my Julius Caesar. . .
Was I similar to him?
But thank God, my fate was not too harsh.
I lost my friends, those two or three I ever had till then,
For years solitude became the habitat
But never was I so strong
Yet so much craving for care.
Two years have passed since the end of that period,
But I still remember.
Skinny girl, with a well-formed butt- is this a compliment?
Or something else, body shaming you say?
Ignoring my words, tagging me selfish
Is it jealousy, you say?
The studious girl, never selling her dignity to boys,
They named me rude and boastful,
Is it really so, you say...
But I still love a bit of them.
Now, when I meet a few of that bunch,
We smile, and talk, though rarely I start the talk
I have grown up, you know.
They talk about my tiffin, how they loved the spicy and delicious snacks
I remember being called greedy, but I smile and invite them
For another treat, but even they know, it is a lie,
I may be childish, but not my mind
It learns from the experience, and I will never forget the tears I repressed,
And that day, when I was reading Julius Caesar,
I learned so much about them.
YOU ARE READING
Words And Secrets
PoesieWords spill out secrets And the more I speak, the more I regret Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
