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Why wasn’t it love

that brought me here?

I’m inside

the mail-bride;

she was ordered for me.

I am a tool

of an ego’s satisfaction,

this is all I live for.

When I arrive screaming,

I’ll be wearing that

generic pink hat

that the hospital will give me,

in case others don’t know.

I was created to please.

I don’t know if I’ll ever succeed.

My family is nothing

but

a war

that can never be won.

I’m here.

 

 

 

Medina Durakovic is an Albanian-American writer, based in Queens, New York. She is currently an undergraduate student at Queens College, City University of New York, and is studying English and Secondary Education. Her work has been featured on wattpad.com, and can be found here: wattpad.com/user/MedinaD13.

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