A Good Girl out in the field 

Shaila Simi Nur

All this love and affair, 
the wailing,
regrettable
—everything…
I know all these, and
life is part 
of the plan!
Everything has been arranged 
to convince me.
It keeps enticing 
and giving.
All of it spreads 
across the entire horizon
—and over me.
I still think 
of the stigma…
The accumulation 
of red blood cells
bears witness to someone 
else’s inheritance.
All spoken speech 
continues to grow; it gets old.
I can’t think of a word
 that’s understandable!
So, I took the colored kite
 into the air—
I don’t care 
What I wear ,
I don’t care 
What are the rules
-of girls world
I don’t care 
If  the mans
rotten and old 
thought discussing
A plan ….
I don’t care on if and but!!
I just will be here, 
Reamning here;
leaving behind all fear.

Because Its my right 
To be here as 
Allah has sent me
 to breath the air ….
And a soul 
don’t think of a gender .

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