By Faiqa Ahmad

The world despised the way she lived
Loathed the way she resisted
They always had questions for her
They always had something to say
“Don’t be like this!” “Be more like us!”
“How can one live like this?” they often asked

She gave them answers
But they disapproved
She tried not to worry
But they kept knocking on her door
The burden of their tongues has now settled on her shoulders
Making her the one, with a dozen questions

Amidst all the confusion and loss
She tries desperately to put together
The remnants of her soul Searches for that girl in all places
She wouldn’t be complete without her
I wouldn’t be me without her