It’s like I’m five again.
That’s how you’re treating me.
I may be quiet,
but that isn’t always a good thing.
You wouldn’t listen to someone
if they constantly yell orders.
Nor would you listen to someone
who tells you how to live your life.
I know I’m being hypocritical.
It hurts me to say that
and it’s not something physical.
Hear me out though, before you chat.
I think you’re amazing
but you don’t know me.
I don’t want the judgments
that come out of your mouth in thought out phrasing.
I don’t want the pity stare.
The one you use to show you understand.
I don’t want the butterfly touch.
The one you use to prevent me from shattering.
I’m not in Elsewhere
and I’m not aging backwards.
I’m not five again
although I wish I was four.
Addis Ababa, Ethiopia
To go to a good college and receive a graduate degree so that I am able to have a fulfilling career.
My mother, Ferehiwot Shanka