Seventeen
and I owned the world.
I could make my own life
and fend for myself.
At Seventeen
with the world at my feet
I didn't need parents
I'd live to my beat.
Rules, Religion, and
Stifling Care
I wouldn't have to deal if I wasn't there.
I don't want your money
I don't want your love
I don't want your country
I don't want your god
You can try to escape
but our blood runs through your veins
and try as you might
you won't forget your last name
But I screamed and I yelled
that I'd walk straight to hell
rather than spend another day
locked up in this cell
I hated my family, hated their love
I am an island, I am a rock
I guess I was angry
that my education
and the roof over my head
had to be provided
by somebody else
I suppose that I thought
That my pride was at stake
if I ever owed thanks
You're an ungrateful brat
I'm the idiot who spoiled you
You know where we live.
come by when you need to
As long as you're gone
I won't leave this bed
This spot right beside me
will be warm
when you want to come home
Just crawl in beside me
if it ever gets cold
out in the real world
where you want to be
As long as you're gone
I won't leave this bed
I'll keep your spot warm, until I am dead
and even when I die
My heart will keep beating your name in my chest
Noor Noor Noor
You are the light of my life
and the pain in my days
and although you fight it
my blood runs through your veins
Your heart will beat true
*even if every word I've spoken means nothing to you
Going through my moleskine, came across this incomplete (and insufficient) apology to my parents. Here it is.
*Noor is the name on my birth certificate. It means "light" in Arabic.