I had decided when I was pretty young
I knew what to ask Him for when I got my wishes
I’d ask for a cupboard full of Apsara Extra Dark pencils
Pearl-white Faber Castell erasers and a thick coloring book and paints
I’d ask for a nice badminton racket for myself
That I wouldn’t share
And dirtier bruise-ier knees a testimony to my outdoor affair.
Multicolored hairbuns and satin ribbons
Straight long hair my parents couldn’t bob again,
And a new pair of white socks for school everyday.
Then I’d ask
Why he didn’t let some of His kids sleep sound at night.
Why I was young but never blind
Why only some ever woke up with swollen eyes –
So maybe a lesson or two on naivety complementary
For the not so lucky, never so naïve.