They tell you that you can be yourself -
Just be nice, and kind, and loving,
Go to college, get good grades, don't throw your life away like that
In front of a computer typing all day.
A girl can't have a passion for writing,
can't have too much time staring at the screen. . .
You'll get headaches.
They tell you to do as you wish and follow your dreams -
Just make sure your dreams match their dreams
And what you do doesn't make them look bad
So a girl can't stand and watch the autumn leaves fall,
The wind caressing her face.
It's not right, they say.
They tell you to leave a mark behind, something to remember you by -
But it can't be an ugly mark or a misshapen mark
or too big
or drawing attention
They may need to wash it out one day.
They tell you who you are supposed to be.
But I am not that.
I live a passion for words,
I stand and watch leaves fall,
I enjoy the wind across my face,
I make marks big as the ocean and black as the night,
staining their souls with permanent ebony brilliance.
To them it must seem I am the
to have ever lived.
But I know different.
I am myself, and that is