The numbers on my phone screen
glared me in the face.
Another week 'till payday--
I wouldn't make it at this pace.
Movies and icecream, fun, and spending galore
What used to be the usual is now a memory from before.
Before the worries of my plans of college and career
Before the daily reflection where I would think and peer.
Think about my to-do's,
Think about my past,
Think about my goals,
and how I'll make them last.
Remembering my age doesn't indicate potential
remembering my plans musn't always be sequential.
I stare at my reflection
and this is what I see
a smart young lady is now staring back at me.
I can plan
I can predict
I can even make a promise with my lips.
I can dream, imagine, pursue, and aspire
but all that matters is my reaction to what transpires.