The Duff






Tell me the story of cindarella
how she survive her wicked step Mother's whips.

Tell me the tale of Ralia the sugar girl 
whose home become abode of lizards and birds

Am I the new generation duff
a stranger to my comfy home?

Like the black dot in a dartboard 
Mom threw at me a thousand harsh words.

Did I belong to another genus?
Or growing up is the greatest enemy? 
See me, see as i wallow in my own eyes pool.

My chilly floor deserve a bed too
My freezing body crave for pajamas and duvet
as my ears keep eagering for sugary words

I've heard enough , seen enough 
I guess I am just the duff
The odd in clot of bloods. 
 
Mama look at my pallid eyes
They speak those words my mouth 
faled to pop out before I whoosh away.

Papa look at my wrinkled cheeks 
they reflect the untold agonizing story,
you never give me a chance to feed your ears.

If you find me with bottles of pills
don't blame the grim reaper
 for cultivating me unripe
blame the spanks and scolds,
the mimicks and cold dinners
I cuddled before leaving the spin unwheel.

©Khalid
®sparrow

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