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'

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