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Growing

March 16, 2019
By mirakle GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
mirakle GOLD, Jacksonville, Florida
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I am not the strong woman I was created to be.

Instead,

I am this fragile log,

Who wears her feelings on her sleeves,

And can barely keep a straight face.

 

I am not the young girl I used to be.

Instead,

My carelessness has been replaced with insecurities,

And my innocence has been taken away.

 

I am not the girl I wish I was.

My body doesn’t live up to my family’s expectations;

My skin is too dark,

With too many blemishes,

And not enough curves.

My voice,

Too deep,

Too weak,

With this weird dialect,

And not yet ready to take a stand.

My world is spinning on a different axis.

And I cannot control it yet.

 

I am not sure what I am doing.

But I know I’m creating my own path,

Full of twists and turns,

Many ups and downs,

Like a rollercoaster.

I am sure my time will come,

I will bloom into the daisy I was planted to be.

But for now.

 

I am not a strong woman,

I am a sensitive seed who is growing and glowing.



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