Friday, March 14, 2014

Story of a Girl

Too wise for my years
Too old a soul for my generation
Too young a mentality for my peers
Too innocent for my own good

Most party
Most drink
Most drive
I don't

I sit and think
I read and write
I cry and bleed the same as you
But I am different

I can see things you cannot
I can feel things you are numb to
I can sense things I know are there
But cannot see

I am 16
I am a girl
I am white
I am quiet

No
I cannot be characterized by these names
There is no stereotype that I can fit into
I am different

I am 16
It's just a number
I have lived more
I have thought more

I am a girl
I wear pants
I play in the dirt
I don't wear heels

I am white
What does the pigment of your skin mean?
Nothing
I am myself, undefined by this

Be your own person
This is the lesson I was always taught
How can I be myself when I'm so scared of the world
How and I flourish and bloom with no savior

I want to express myself
But I am afraid of rejection
I am curious but afraid to look
I...

I am a Teen, and
I
Am
DIFFERENT

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