When I was a young girl
Is when I first noticed
My bashfulness got in the way
I had so many thoughts that swirled in kalediscopes and
So many dreams that were swinging high above the trees
I had so many wishes about being seen like my Big brother.
I had so many fantasies about being confident, like he was.
He always knew the right things to say
But no, not me.
My shyness always got in the way.
I wanted to be seen so badly,
but I was too scared to show my face
That was when I began to write.
Short little blurbs about me sticking my tongue out
To teachers who had ridiculed my doodles, my choice in books,
my purple hair,
When in real life, I did not even have the courage to
stand up straight.
I wrote, I wrote, and I wrote
Poetry became a home for the part of me
that was Sassy and Cunning and quick.
Poetry became a place where I could stand up straight.
It was something that I was better at than my Big brother.
It was a home that made me have pride
and realize who I really was,
even if that did not fit the popular mold.
I would never give writing up, not for any other talent in the world.
for this gift allowed that shy girl a chance at another life,
one where she could speak her mind.