by Layla Ayoub
Not ashamed of crystal droplets escaping my tear duct.
They tell me “coarsen your heart”…
Do they cognize how much we’re corrupt?
“You’re too young”, they say,
“You’re too young to be crying during the day.”
Why? I’m not afraid of the sun’s rays.
They say, “Just lighten up your mood.”
Tell me, how do I “lighten up” when we’re doomed?
Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot that I’m too young to speak up,
So forgive me if ever I interrupt.
I just need to tell you that I’m crying,
yet you’re still not comprehending
all the messages I’ve been sending.
So you’d better not tell that I’m not allowed
to be crying out loud.