Why?
Why now?
You never liked the way I dress, my shoes, or the way I curl my hair. You said I wear my hijab too big and my sense of fashion was hippie and improper.
Why say that I'm beautiful now?
You said my education, my work and the way I act are too masculine for girls. You made up terrible stories about my childhood and spread them making everyone think I was a monster.
Why claim I'm your little angel now?
You loved everyone else, but not me. All the other kids, even my brother and sister, but not me.
Why love me now?
Why be kind and nice when you have always neglected me?
Why make me love you just before you go?
Why make me sad for your leaving when you have never been there in my life?
And you?
How many times do I have to kill you?
ًI tried to drown you, I tried to strangle you, I even tried to bury you alive.
Why come back?
I am happy living as a heartless bitch.
I am happy not getting emotionally attached to anything or anyone.
So why show up again and give me a hard time; seeing her go.
Damn you!
As the great Khalil Motran said in my favorite poem, "و ليت لى قلب كهذه الصخرة الصماء"
Why now?
You never liked the way I dress, my shoes, or the way I curl my hair. You said I wear my hijab too big and my sense of fashion was hippie and improper.
Why say that I'm beautiful now?
You said my education, my work and the way I act are too masculine for girls. You made up terrible stories about my childhood and spread them making everyone think I was a monster.
Why claim I'm your little angel now?
You loved everyone else, but not me. All the other kids, even my brother and sister, but not me.
Why love me now?
Why be kind and nice when you have always neglected me?
Why make me love you just before you go?
Why make me sad for your leaving when you have never been there in my life?
And you?
How many times do I have to kill you?
ًI tried to drown you, I tried to strangle you, I even tried to bury you alive.
Why come back?
I am happy living as a heartless bitch.
I am happy not getting emotionally attached to anything or anyone.
So why show up again and give me a hard time; seeing her go.
Damn you!
As the great Khalil Motran said in my favorite poem, "و ليت لى قلب كهذه الصخرة الصماء"
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