when I was a kid <br />when the sun was hurting <br />I used to close one of my eyes. <br />It was like a wink, <br />a yes to a dream. <br />when people were looking at me, or <br />were taking a photograph of me, <br />my face was funny. <br />with the strange smile on my face, <br />bitter and sweet smile. <br />was it a smile or a cry? <br />sometimes, <br />trying to hide my eyes <br />with a frown. <br />they could never find, <br />the sad part of my life, <br />I could see with one eye.<br /><br />salma mansoor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-i-laugh-or-cry-when-i-see-my-photos/
