Gazing into the dark quiet night,
Wondering what's happening to the vibrant me,
Wishing I was still that young and carefree girl,
Dancing wildly in the rain.
I miss,
The days I run shouting in d house,
I crave,
The local alawa in maiduguri.
I smile,
At the memories of Tom chasing Jerry.
I wish,
I could run up and hug the stranger at the door, not caring about the venom in his heart.
Alas,
Wishes aren't horses,
And memories could never be relived.
In d still dark night,
A smile spreads on my lips,
And I know I have to reach out into the future,
And grab what is meant for me..
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