 | If I was to listen to all you said to me,
I would believe that there is nothing in this life I can be.
You never fail to put me down,
Then you display your fake sentiments when others are around.
Thinking you can dictate my life with your words,
Thinking you have the answer to all of life's cures.
Not allowing me to grow…mature…and be my own woman,
Not realizing I don't need a shepherd anymore; that I'm no longer a little lamb.
Then you scald me with your declarations of how disappointing I turned out to be,
That I have shattered your hopes and dreams of what your little girl would be.
I am not about to change all that I am just for pleasing you,
I am not about to lose myself by not being true.
I love poetry....writing…fashion…music…and books,
So it makes no sense to try and turn me into someone who only cooks.
It makes no sense to pressure me into a "classic education",
Because I am too creative of a person to allow you to stifle my imagination.
Bisecting frogs and computations are just not my thing,
Writing…music…fashion…are what makes my heart sing.
Shouldn't you love me enough to encourage my interests,
Shouldn't you ensure that I use my talents of which I have been blessed
So what if I will never be that Rhode scholar,
I can be the fashion consultant of that Rhode scholar,
I can be the one to write the next famous literary…design a new trend of clothes…write the next hit song,
Wouldn't it be easier if you supported me…why don't you admit for once that you were wrong.
Because if not…then you will lose me,
I have to live for me…I know only how to be me. |  |
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