Growing up

Oh mommy why do I have hair above my lips,

My hips feel a little heavy

Tell me why is it so fleshy

Is it my bones, or my stomach?

Oh, I am not trying to create a havoc

Mom you promised me, that you would help me with all my problems

This can be malaria, dengue or even tuberculosis

It’s not my fault that I think I have such brief synopsis

Of some random diseases

You only taught me

And now you tell me to be quiet.

Is it me thinking too much or just stressing?

But ‘Oh C’mon’ I have a blessing,

No one is so serious in my family

I’d rather be gloomy then taking it as a joke

It’s not natural, that there is hair on my chest

And my mom thinks that this is an amusing jest.