I’m not your regular girl.
I don’t wear makeup, I put on piercings.
I don’t wear dresses and heels, I wear sweats, hoodies, J’s
and Nike's.
I don’t want to become a nurse, cosmetologist or an interior
designer, I want to become a police officer, join the National Guard, Army,
Navy, Marines or Air Force.
I like overthrowing people.
I like telling people what I have accomplished.
At the age of 16 my first car was a mustang.
At the age of 16 my first job was working at a warehouse.
At the age of 16, I worked as an adult; I did as more than
40 hours a week.
And I'm 17.
You can say it's “child labor” I call it “survival”.
You can say I’m a struggled child but I feel I’m living
luxury.
You can say I’m reserved, and I like to observe.
You can say I do well when I’m pressured depends the measure.
I can be unsympathetic and not be apologetic.
But most of the times,
I can be remorse, loving and caring.
I like how different you are. No matter the difference in the world, you still seem to be yourself and not give a crap about anyone. I like how much you are a hard worker and how you push yourself to your limits and then beyond that. Your poem is perfect and shows the real you. I like it and how you showed your true colors through it. The piece is great.
ReplyDeletesince i know you. you have accomplished a lot of things in life. hope you continue to accomplish the thing you want in life.
ReplyDeleteIts good to be strong, especially as a woman, but always have love in your heart around you, it may be a luxury to work, but dont forget who you are and your loved ones are but the consumption of hard work. this poem speaks alot about you :)
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