by Sidra Alsatof
Something new.
Scared. Nervous. Excited.
It will be okay.
They—they always say.
It will be okay.
But who says to them, “It’s okay”?
New students, new teachers, new faces.
New building.
New school.
Everything screams “New!”
But the same sky.
Hopefully, no new judgments.
But old her.
Trying over and over
to be social.
To show her real personality.
Where’s the problem?
Trust?
Old experiences?
Judgment?
She’s just a young girl.
Wanna dream. Wanna live.
In peace. Please.
No more questions.
No more being looked at weirdly.
“Where are you from?”
“Why do you care?”
Are we not all human?
Can’t we just be friendly to each other?
Why not?
A question was always on the mind of a young girl.
It’s trying to feel better.
Trying to fulfil the ego.
Thinking that they are better
than a young girl who speaks more than five languages. By accident.
Didn’t even go to kindergarten.
Saw the usual children’s shows? No, too boring.
Childhood memories?
None.
You’re telling me about your kindergarten games,
and I am telling you about my pain.
Is it the fame?
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