The young girls dance, the young girls beam,
All but one who appeared to be lost in a dream
Her eyes shined bright, her smile stretched wide
But for different reasons than the other guys
For she had no dreams of becoming a young bride,
Did not dream of kissing boys yet or even dating them,
Because she knew one day that she could be something more
Than just a lovesick teenager.
She wanted to be a poet, someone who painted pictures with their words,
Or even an actress, someone who could become who they pleased in just a second-
An artist, a scholar, an author
All sounded more appealing to her than a hopeless Jane....
Sometimes, it was hard on her,
Her peers were much different than she,
For they partied and kissed while she was off in daydreams.
But she didn't mind, she didn't care,
While they were out drinking she would be sitting on a chair
Reading her book, learning about the world,
The world she longed to help and the world she longed to repair.
-c.n.
