Not Old Enough

ZINE Hadjira / Algeria

When I was a child

I dreamed of being old

I wanted to grow up

Because I was fed up

With those do(s) and don’t(s)

I’ve grown up now

But I don’t know how

These do(s) and don’t(s)

Are still with me

Like my shadow in a hot summer

Like iron under a hammer

Now I wish I were a kid

So that I can get rid

Of these do(s) and don’t(s)

And play again with my mates

To forget all about my fights

All duties and no rights

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