I am Important
I am not the perfect child.
I am not everything
everyone expects me to be.
I can not do everything
everyone expects me to do.
I am not my “best work.”
I am not my GPA
I am not my test scores
I am not my weight.
I am not defined by success,
boxes, or numbers.
My parents
do not own me
I am not defined
by boys
or any lack thereof.
I am not my stress.
I am not my sadness
that comes from working
every waking minute
And still not making
certain people proud.
I will not be my job.
I will not be my salary.
I will be happy.
I am my feelings.
I am my photography.
I am those perfect,
infinite nights.
I am alive.
I am art.
I am made
of dreams
and shooting stars.
I am part of the world;
Insignificant,
and eternally important.