Who I am
I am middle
Neither a tad early nor late
But contrary to stories; I am seen
A sister who gets sick.
A golden boy whose bed never missed him at dawn
I am disposable, a red spot on canvas
Most times the parents’ favorite
My duty - because in their eyes, I am just right.
Copyright © MUQSITHA SHAIBU | Year Posted 2024
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