When 10:30 turned into 1:15
And "be home on time" turned into "call me if you need anything"
I realized my parents were part of my brain
I always hear them nagging and yelling
Even when they're not around
"Use your brain"
And "don't let us down"
Their faces sit in my memory
Full of disappointment and grief
Grieving the child They knew when I was 13
The girl who didn't care what she wore
Or if people thought she was a bore
And all along they were right
A piece of that girl died that night
So I sit there in silence
Grieving with them
And I realize
That all along on that night
The weak girl died.
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Ode to All the Girls that Never Fit
PoesíaTo 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.
