Poetry

“Runaway”

Written by Mariam Ismail 

“But no one will ever understand girls like us…”

“Runaway”

Girls like me learn to shed
the skin of a dreamer.
We learn to assess things
based on security more
than happiness.

It doesn’t matter that your eyes
make my insides tingle;
where will you be on the Friday nights
when I need you?
Will you ever be the name stamped
on my plane ticket as I
plan my escape?

Girls like me learn to shed
the skin of a dreamer.
We run around the workings
of a sand timer and keep bumping
into the walls of our fears.

Until the day we stop
and let the reality trickle down on us.
One by one.
On that day, we drop love on the sidewalk.
We use the excuse “it’s not you,
it’s what you can’t give me”
because love doesn’t mean freedom
nor safety nor assurance;
all it does is tip the scale.

So we apologize.
We leave behind a question mark
and an ever present “why”.
But no one will ever
understand girls like us.
The girls who had to shed
the skin of a dreamer,
to wear the skin
of a runaway.

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