Maa say’s, “DONT CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY”

Yesterday me and my mom
were humming about little things in life
I murmured about school events
and she said about tiresome schedule
of a mother and a wife.

Suddenly I found myself speaking all alone
She listened to me as if I was a voice unknown

After a long stream of thoughts
she touched my skin
And whispered,
“why can’t you stay back as fifteen?”
I was a little shy
And didn’t get what she denied
She said me what if I stopped celebrating a birthday
Atleast that will make her not know my age.

We return back to our little things in life
But her words pierced my thoughts
like a sharp knife

What saddened her?
Me growing up into a lady
losing bits of innocence
or
Ideas of a goodbye day
When her girl ceased to search for her
In every little matter
when her daughter is a bride
And someone else called her mother

What scared her?
The monsters in the street
Who appreciate her daughter’s black hair
Or
the scratches in her skin
That she would save when fighting her fears

Was she afraid if her girl’s
voice will be heard,
as carefully as she heard me then?
Was it the reason she kept quiet
So to give my throat
Enough power to snatch away my rights!?