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BREATHE
By Lylah Chib Taank
When I was thirteen, I realized my
Breathe. Just breathe and
dreams. I wanted to be with the
everything will be okay. Because as stars. I wanted to walk the moon.
long as you're breathing, you're on. And Father beat me up. Beat me up
That's what you always told me, for daring to dream of this when I
mummy, wasn't it? You thought it was a girl. I cried in my room that
was the cure to everything and I night, ripped my clothes off me and
believed it too. From the time I was stared at my bare body in the mirror.
ten, you told me this. To breathe. In At the bruises that were already
and out. Even when I was mocked at becoming prominent. You walked
for accoutering as a boy. When I in, mummy, and gave that loving
was bullied in school because I smile of yours. You told me that I
didn't act like a girl. You stroked my could walk my path alone. All I
hair at night and caressed my face, needed to do was breathe. But you
telling me to be strong. But you forgot, mummy, that we all need
forgot that you weren't, mummy. someone. And you weren't there.
Then how could I be?
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