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May 2019
Be what you want to be,
Not what others want you to be,
But, that was not going to be the case,
The truth I had to face.
I was a normal child,
With mild temperament, not wild,
Good in sports,loved to dance and sing,
Above average results I brought,
The teachers were happy with me being a high honour student,
My parents should be proud, who wouldn't,
But not they,
Only complaints everyday,
For them the grass on the other side was greener,
My cousin's and neighbour's children were much better.
It even extended to my way of living,
That hurt most of my being
My existence,
Was I an object d'art or a puppet  in their presence,
Somebody they yearned me to be,
Somebody they could not be.
To be somebody extraordinary
I cannot be their mould ,
My creator has created me perfect,
The way I want  to be
I am content to be me.
I hope they realise their mistake,
Better for our sake,
I am not their heirloom or property,
I am me and I have come with my own destiny.
17/5/2019
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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