Poem: A Young Girl's Plea

A Young Girl’s Plea by Asha

Misery laden, pain stricken

Story of my sorrow, on my face it’s written

The tale of my struggles, my anguish, my woes

Thoughts covered by my make up, feelings hidden by my clothes

Happiness is a folktale, love is a lie

The only truth I know? Someday I will die

It’s very depressing ‘cause that’s all I have to hope for

I wish for happier dreams, I long for something more

I want for truths to be untrue, the lies I’ve been told to be certain

To feel real joy and love, before God pulls the curtain

On the play of my life, for it means nothing and probably never will

But I have the right to my hopes and dreams, so I hope and dream still

I dream that I am normal, a happy-go-lucky young girl

I dream that my pain turns into a flower, my misery into a pearl

A pearl I wear around my neck, until I wake up next morn’

Then I wait until night, when that happy young girl is reborn

So for now I wait for the arrival of all my happiness, joy, and glee

But until then I ask that God will listen and hear a young girl’s plea…