I AM JUST A BOY
I am just a boy who lives with my parents. Erands , I ran. Comands , I obey. I have No say when heads are put together, and mouths are speaking. Where I come from, respect is like a rule. You need to be a fool to show respect. When you seek for justice, rights, and privileges , you become the stubborn child. I am just a boy who is counting on his days. Sometimes, I sit to ponder and wonder when I will be a man. It is like a slave or a prisoner whose hopes await the day of his freedom. When I wake up every morning, I measure my height just to check if I am really growing up. To me, growing tall meant growing up. I am just a boy who goes out to play with friends and return home with sand all over my body. Did I dig a well, or swim in a pool of sand? We start games nicely and happily but end it up with a fight. I leave my house to roam on streets with friends, gather bottles, milk tins and