An innocent child,
Who wants to smile,
Who wants to learn,
Who is always happy.
A stubborn child,
Who hates delays,
Who hates waiting,
Who is always grumpy.
I am just a child,
In this mature body,
Underneath this face,
Is simply a child hiding.
I am being a child,
Who wants to play,
Who wants to fit in,
Who needs pampering.
I know not why,
I know not how,
I know not what,
I know not who.
I am a child,
Teach me Sir,
Please guide me,
Teach me dear Sir.
Things I know not,
Things I need to know,
Things I want that I need not,
Things I need and I have not have.
Teach me Sir,
How to love me,
When others mock me,
Teach me to be strong Sir.
-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts
Sunday, April 24, 2005
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