paragragh on if i meet god
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I heard life is beautiful
Everything in this world is beautiful
But that was only what I heard in my childhood
When I got older I got to know the real world thinking
About the god who created me
If I meet God, I will ask him
Why am I in this world?
Why should every pain be mine?
I cannot keep fighting against people
Or even with myself anymore
Sometimes I sit in the corner
Of my room like a prisoner
Incapable of going out
Crying hidden under the blanket
Waiting for the moment to be free.
I find it difficult to walk in the street,
Stoned by harsh voices, judged
For how I walk
The clothes I wear
Or because I wear glasses
My relatives divide us up between the sons
Ask the men which one of us they want
Like they are choosing a sheep from a flock.
Why am I a girl?
Why am I a girl?
If I meet God, I will ask him.
the semidarkness watching my friends dance to the heart-throbbing music of Elvis Presley, Fats Domino and Jerry Lee Lewis, a strange feeling swept over me. I felt empty—hollow inside—and unsatisfied. It was difficult to interpret my emotions.
The weekends were the highlight of my life. Nothing was more fun than the party atmosphere of Norwich Free Academy on Friday and Saturday nights.
If you were a teenager growing up in the 1960s in my town, this was the place to be. Anybody who was anybody was there. The muscular athletes, the fun-loving party people, the intellectual eggheads, the out-of-place nerds and the hayseed farm boys were all there, living it up.