Has there ever been a time when you were wrongly accused of doing something, reprimanded for things you didn’t do?
I’ve been to that road before.
When I was still a child, I was always the one to blame even if my younger siblings were the culprits because as my mother said, I am the eldest and it should be my responsibility to put some sense into the heads of my wayward brother and sister. So, every time they did something to irk my mother, I was the first to be whipped.
But then, after the punishment, I would, of course, make my sweet revenge. I’d scare the nuisance nitwits and they would holler and cry in duet and I would again, be whipped! Was that fair? Fair or not, that’s all water under the bridge and nothing can be done to change it. It’s just that, because of the experience, I have learned to stand up for what I think is right.
And there is no better way for me to illustrate the meaning of “stand for my right” verbally but to use my poor attempts at poetry.
Why does the world seem unfair?
Why does it seem to notice only me?
Nobody tries to see
The good things deep inside of me
But everybody sees my littlest err
Everybody hears my faintest sneer.
How about even an ounce of praise
For those little acts of heroism
That I have done?
But the world is so unfair
It really is so unfair
For it picks on only me
The unlucky, unlucky me!
Why?
Aren’t others sinners too?
Aren’t they able to step
Every once in a while
Outside the margins
Of this impossible thread
We’re walking through?
Haven’t others fallen too
Even deeper, maybe,
Into the well of mistakes?
Weren’t the splash as they fell
Even louder
Than mine ever was?
But why does it seem
That my downfall
Was magnified a million times
To sound as great
Or maybe, even greater
Than other’s faults?
Do I have to live in this hell
For the rest of my life?
I’m tired, world
Absolutely tired —
I can take no more
Of this oppressive deed of yours.
So now, it’s time for me to rise and fight!
If I had to spend a hundred lifetimes
I’d spend the ninety-nine of them
To live in my resolve
… never to be one
Who just sulks and cries in a corner,
But one who fights
with nothing in the world
but reason,
courage
and GOD!
Now world,
answer me…
Why of all persons, you have to pick on me?
Of all humans alive, WHY ME?
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