As the girl sat there,
She thought about childhood dreams and memories,
How she wishes she could go back.
She thought about how she used to be a pop star, or a mermaid,
A fairy or a spy,
A princess, or a superhero.
She thought about how she could be whatever or whoever she wanted.
Why couldn't she be now?
What changed?
Why wasn't she allowed to be whatever she wanted anymore?
She grew up being told she could be whatever she wanted,
But now all she hears are the words of people telling her what she can't be,
Or what they think she should be.
Be a doctor
Be a nurse
Be a veterinarian
But what she hears is, Be money.
She doesn't want to be a doctor, a nurse, a veterinarian, or money
She doesn't know what she wants to be yet exactly.
She just knows she wants an adventure
An adventure that makes her happy
Why can't people except that?
Maybe she wants to be happy with herself.
Maybe she want to be excited to see what tomorrow holds.
Maybe she wants to be in love with life.
Maybe she wants to be enthralled with the idea of a new adventure.
Maybe she would much rather be happy, excited, in love and enthralled, than be money.
Fuck money.
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Poetry"She is so fragile. Everything breaks her heart, But nothing can mend it." - Peyton (me) This is a book filled with my poetry and it may contain some trying times in my life I've decided to share. You can interpret my poems the way you'd like. You c...
