Oh Mother

A couple hundred pairs
Of pupils watch me walk
Every now and then.

The look of pitiness follows
Through their minds,
As if I’m an alien
Roaming around in the
Humankind.

Oh mother,
Why do they stare at me
When all I do is try to live
In the body that was
Given to me as I stood
In life’s entry line?

Oh mother,
When I look up
Into those eyes of mine,
All I can notice is
The hatred I buried inside

Enough to capture my territory
And mark it as disabled
On the south pole of my brain,
Which was, till date,
My biggest worry.

Oh mother,
Could you please hurry?
I’m losing the war
And in desperate need
Of somebody.

Tasmay