I was born on April 15 legally called tax day
I am five feet and two which makes me short
And 103 which makes me a feather
I often get underestimated for my height and weight
So when people finally meet me they call me a napoleon complex
However I can’t whisper so I’m bad at telephone
Frequently but surely I push people away that I feel know too much about me
Maybe even to a point where I just want to see if they’ll come back
I’ve heard that I’m too blunt for my character and one day I will get myself in trouble
But I’ve never had a fight a day in my life
I get nervous around my friend’s family because I wonder what they’ll think about me
Sometimes I try and get around my stubborn memories
So I stack it on top of my unwilling and unfaithful shadow
Making my shadow stand as if it was on a cane and lopsided with one leg
I have a thing for people’s eyes however I hate when people look into mine
And noticing things that other people might not
Like the way somebody walks or the color of their nails or the way they look at somebody
Yes I’m weird and I daydream about food and things that will never happen
So it seems to me as if I’m permanently in a fairytale in my mind
I’m often called mean since I always have a serious face on
So society is always ready to judge me for my looks
Before they took a chance in knowing me
Because society is always ready to change you as long as you allow it to
They looked at me and decided to put a label on me
As if I was object at the market ready to be sold
I apologize for your future telling mind it must have told you wrong
To tell you the truth nobody really knows me and could tell you what my favorite fruit or book was
Yes I like to read nevertheless that doesn’t make me smart
But it can make me sound smart
Did I forget to mention that I switch from subject to subject?
Hey, like I always wanted to change my last name
Because I always felt like I was a part of the ‘Adams’ family instead of the ‘Evans’
Which would make my initials sound weird like ACA oppose to ACE
I lost a part of my tooth in Shmoney Island better known as Coney Island in the summer of June 2010 before school ended
So that makes me trip over my insecurities for my smile
Making my pride work double time in making me proud
When I feel somebody is staring at me I tend to look away and look back to see if their still staring
And if they still are I contemplate on waving or having a staring contest
Which I can’t seem to win because those people are obviously stalkers
I can’t swim and I don’t plan on learning so I stay in the shallow end
With my conscious because I’m scared of accidentally dying and never being able to come back
To tell the story of how I seen the lights before I almost made my way to heaven
I often get cold quickly and I can’t sleep without a blanket even in the summer time
And I love to watch scary movies especially at night even though I get scared and can’t sleep
So I always run to my bed and stay up until the sun comes up
My name is Aaliyah
And I’m just a young leader in the SCIP program trying to find my to light to my torch or my torch to my light
Because I have finally figured out that I have not reached my destination and my flame has not come to a halt yet
And hopefully one day I’ll be standing up here telling a story to the next scip kids
About how I became who I became and why
Because the future inspires me