The school was not far, nor was the walk home long
Yet it took her a good half an hour
Stopping to admire every flower
Kick the stones and score imaginary goals
Her small little revenge against those goons
The ones who would not let her play
The ones who said she was a girl
Jumping into puddles, splashing water,
Grinning wide, thinking of mom’s scolding
Complaining the shirt would never be white again
That the scars on her knees would never be gone
That she’d never be a proper lady like
Rama aunty’s daughter
But who cared!
Carefree, happy and bubbly
That’s how she wanted to live!
This Leo, the one who does not let me be lazy and I, the one who tends to take unnecessary breaks, are doing the UBC together this July. Prodding and prompting each other, we have decided to write about School today.
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