Frustration - Poem by Safiyyah Manjra
Each day I come home,
Baffled by the amount of distraction which lives.
I can't even study at my desk,
I rather be at Uni.
Make needless remarks.
Scrape the membrane of my brain,
I hate being in that cold air conditioned room.
I have no choice as home is doom.
They watch movies loud while I try to read.
They tell me to relax- no silent greed.
Yet do they know every week and every night is the same.
Their ways are really driving me insane!
I am in my final year,
They don't seem to care.
That's why I sometimes tear.
I want somewhere quiet and warm to just read,
Plant the knowledge called- a preserved seed.
All I want is to study.
Study, all so quietly.
Be curled with my book and engaging so prominently.
That's the only thing which will take my misery.
Much needed tranquility.
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