Sitting on this swing
All alone on New Year's Eve
The sound of my feet thudding on the ground in my ears
I think to myself
Who do I want to be this new year?
Smart?
Brave?
Funny?
Pretty?
I don't know
My family fights while I sit outside
I spend New Year's Eve with my friends
Who I'm not even sure l like
So who do I want to be this year?
Me. I guess I don't have another choice
But I need to believe it this time
I need to say it with my voice
"This year I will be unapologetically, brashly me"
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoetryTo all the girls who never felt good enough, small enough, or pretty enough... this is for you. No upload schedule, just whenever I write a poem.
