Girls don’t do that,
She was imposed as a child;
Wipe off those tears,
And replace with a smile;
Disheveled head,
Was a sin in their crowds;
Right from her start,
She was trained to disguise.
She mastered the talent,
Of a face behind a smile;
Hid imperfections,
It was a sin in their crowd;
Bottling up emotions,
Was the only way to live;
Hiding her Brains,
Her job was to be pretty.
And with the sun rose,
An actor ready for the part;
And when the night fell,
Her demons-they befriended her;
For the light brought with it,
A part, society had imposed;
And darkness was a relief,
To the face behind the glam.
Girls don’t do that,
They imposed as a child;
And now they wonder,
Why her sheets are soaked at night.
The above image is courtesy of Thehealthyplace.com
I think you make a great point your lovely poem Ameena. Girl’s are trained to be a different way then boys, to act, and react differently. Your poem speaks very well to the fact that girls are often told to keep in inside to not let what’s bugging them show on the outside. Or we are ‘bitching’ or complaining and nagging. Self-expression, to let your emotions out it is important whether you are male or female. And I think that many writers such as Virginia Woolf testify to that. Great poem.
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Thank you very much Mandi. It’s sad to see that we are in the 21st century but yet so many practices such as assigning roles are still in play. They forget that, self expression is actually healthy.
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Love this. Are you going to be doing a similar poem from the male’s perspective? I’d love to see that but it’s up to you. lol
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Thank you! I’m glad you love it. I wrote the male’s first actually but didn’t like how it turned out. Maybe I should just post it like that.
and I’m sorry, I havent gotten around to your fiction, will do that by tomorrow. It’s been a busy two days and I didn’t want to rush them. 🙂
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Well it’s up to you. And I think you mean my poetry books? I don’t have any fiction on my site. And take your time, the books will be there. 🙂
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Powerful and beautiful. A tragedy extremely well written.
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Thank you very much. It is a tragedy.
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This poem is so beautiful and speaks a lot of things all at the same time.
Great job, Aleena 😊
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Thank You Amrit! And No worries, I kinda like the name Aleena 😁
Btw, how have you been?
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Honestly, it was typing mistake.☺
I am good, not active in blogging though, which i would like to change soon.
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Ameena…sorry☺
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So powerful.
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Thank you Jodi! 😊
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I hear you…we all do! Great poem. Would love to read one from a male’s point of view.
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I actually wrote the male part first before this, but I didn’t like how it turned out. And thank you!
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Ah okay. You’re welcome 🙂
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This is wonderful and full of emotion! The last line says so much!
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Thank you very much Pj. I feel like it’s a new year, and new pressure for a lot of people.
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Yes, sadly there is a lot of pressure in a new year with many people.
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Oh yes yes yes yes this is so sad and so true and so relatable.
It’s tragic actually that we were raised in these horrible ways. Remember when we were made to feel guilty when we were dark skinned? When skin lightening creams were gifted to us?
Because somehow it’s our face that matters more than our hearts and brains. Somehow cleaning and cooking is more important that our talents and passions?
Just because we were born women?
I’m so gonna raise my daughters like queens.
I will teach them that their heart is beautiful and that they are intelligent and that these are the best compliments to get. I will make them try harder for intelligence and purity of heart than for the color of their skin or their silent suffering of being women.
They will be greater than what society wills us to be.
They will be queens.
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I hear ya, Loud and clear!! All those roles assigned to us by society is just unfair. Kids should have the right to decide who want they want to be without society making them feel guilty for their choices. Here’s, to raising our daughters as queens and raising our sons to treat everyone rightly.
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Agreed hundred percent!
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Now this is why i love your blog so much for. It was ethereal. Perfect choice of words. Congregated emotions. Striking response. So happy to have found you. You’re just truly amazing. 🙂
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It is a pleasure to be found by you. 😊.
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Sadly it is so true! Loved it
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I know right! And hard to believe, they impose on the males too, but then, we know which sex gets it worse.
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Another heart tugger! Good job!
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Thank you Joy! 😄
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Some things have changed over the years, but a lot stays the same and probably always will. There is a saying….”boys will be boys” ….as if to say, it’s excusable. Why can’t ….girls be girls? Great post.
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Exactly my point! Sadly, it’s true. Somethings just wouldn’t change.
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Beautiful poem. I love how it just flows and I love the core idea of it too!
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Thank you very much Jade. 😄 nice to have you around.
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You’re welcome. It was my pleasure 😉
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Strong are those who rise above society and let their inner beauty shine out to guide their lives, as you have Ameena!! Eloquently written!
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Absolutely! That is a feat which takes strength to achieve. Thank you very much 😊
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🙂
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Well expressed.
The best thing is to own the life as much as possible.
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Absolutely, I couldn’t agree more 😄
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Loving the poetry on this blog ❤ masha'Allah
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Thank you Zara, it is a pleasure to have you here. And I’m glad you love them 😄
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loved it, we are so programmed since the beginning aren’t we ? ! our tender hearts are bruised since early years.they never leave the marks from our ugly memories
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Yes we are, and it’s such a sad truth. Having dreams crushed before youevenhave a chance of building up in them.
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This is powerful and deep n very close to reality! 👍
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Thank you very much Fawad. I appreciate it. Glad you think so. 🙂
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Heartbreaking truth. I cry for her and wish some day her sun will break out to shine.
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I know…. I wish so too. Everyone deserves the chance to do what they want to do.
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Yeah agreed ! You have expressed very well !
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Thank you very much Nisthur. I think society has a way of making us into their molds.
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😊
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Bravo Ameena, after being curious enough to trespass upon your page for this I have no regrets what an amazing piece of peace.
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I appreciate it, thank you very much. And It’s nice to hear you weren’t disappointed. 🙂
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Awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤ Ur blog was one among the few I truly missed while I was away!! this is beautiful ❤
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Does that mean you are back full time?!😃 Please say yes. Aw girl, I am honored.
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NOT yet habeebthi!! -_- A lot to cover up that’s why delay!! but I couldn’t resist this urge!!! So I keep popping in! 😛 AM much much much honored to have found you! :*
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Great stuff and beautiful words. Mr Midnight, from the blog entitled “Gilmours Nice Place” also says that “boys don´t cry”and “an indian knows no pain”. Sir Winston often wonders why humans make their lives so difficult with such “nonsense” floating around their heads. I have to agree with them both. Best wishes from the Black Forest. 🙂
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