26 and counting

Birthdays are a big bust,

they bring promises and are never just.

You get criticized and mocked,

by those who stand by you un-rocked.

You’re getting old,

get married and don’t be so bold.

You’re wasting your time,

if you don’t get a job, its not a big crime.

Your husband will earn, coz that’s what men do

you think of children, coz that’s what women should do.

My protests and disagreements always go unheard,

and I  feel like a clipped bird.

I know not  how to fight anymore,

I grow alone ever so more.

Good times are near; I hope,

Or I swear, like every time I will elope.

I stand still, waiting and un-moving,

For when the time is right, there will be a new beginning.

 

 

 

 

 

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