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My Birthright

By Liim phelamai
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Given the birthright to call "Ma,Pa",first
I was 3!
I was crying as well my toddler brother
My mama attended my younger call
I registered, I needed to stop.
I was 10!
I prepared my own lunchbox
Mama packed the little one's
I came carrying his and mine backpack
Mama crushed him in a bear hug.
Given the birthright to be called older
I admonished you in silence
I pleaded for your wants
I sacrificed for your needs
I bargained mine for yours.
My priority: my parent's laughter
My Superiority: to fulfill all your dreams
Oh! What a family!, my villagers adore
Happiness forever be thy roof! Passerby enchant
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'My Superpower'

3 comments

  • Enjoyed reading you work!

    Gurpreet
  • Hearty Congratulation..

    Anesha
  • Congrats for your achievement…
    A poem worth winning ng 😁

    Yashi Mahendra

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