Suicide Note
Dear Mom
I'm sure you were a
child once
But even then I guess
You'll never
understand
the discomfort
of filling 15 year old
shoes
in large corridors
pushing you out
an insignificant piece
of shit
Wrestling papers
spilled with a "bump"
A white sneaker in an
isle
threatening to spill
your insecurities
all over the playground
Cat-calls and
cat-jeers and cat-whatever's
a sleeping serenade
through a sobbing night
but I really am sorry
for changing the white
tiled bathroom floor
into a crimson crime.
Nabeela Altaf is a 3rd
year medical student from Pakistan.
Although she secretly harbors a dream of opening up an animal hospital someday,
her poetry writing is quick to turn into a full length book in the near future.
She likes reading books and cats.
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