By Mahmuda Elias
Dad, aren’t I just fifteen?
Not somebody who’ll hold your screams;
Not somebody who’ll fulfill your dreams.
Dad, I have dreams of my own
But every time I mention them, you look so forlorn
As if you birthed a moron.
Dad, weren’t you supposed to show me an ideal man?
But why did I have to teach you how to be a human?
But for that, I do owe you one
Because now I know never to be like my mum.
Dad, thank you for making me realize how important it is to be an independent woman
But why didn’t you tell me men in the wild would burn me out if I did become one?
But then again, you’re one of them so, you knew I’d burn
And patiently waited till it was my turn.
Dad, you don’t terrify me anymore
Because I’ve taken these blows and punches before
Now I know how to heal my throat so sore
And my mum isn’t a burden for you to bore.
Dad, now that I’m wiser, what I say might make you feel ashamed
But I’ll let you know that it’s you who should be blamed
Because now I believe all men are the same
And that loving is a game which drives you insane.
By Mahmuda Elias
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