The author said,
“It’s hard I know
But if you write
And show them your true side
They’ll know that their actions aren’t right.”
It’s not that simple.
I am sixteen, dependent, and in Texas.
I’ve been here my whole life,
And no one will expect the message.
I am the only college student in my family.
I’ve worked hard, but it’s all for mere image.
An image that goes from eye to eye;
News that go from ear to ear.
It’s what everybody wants too see:
The A student that is near.
So, despite what you said, here is my message:
Our childhoods might have been the same for you and me,
And at sixteen, I’ve finally met you, but we are different.
What I feel, my courage, my logic I hear:
Don’t do it, it won’t help - let’s not- either of us expose.
(I hear my feelings too.) Go ahead- who are you?
Well, I like freedom, trust, and friendship.
My passion is to discover and search the mysteries alive.
I enjoy vacations that take me far away
And a sense of protection that drives me in a sway.
Being a teenager makes me not want
Perfection and so much expectation
What if I wasn’t what they all wanted?
Being me, I can’t bring myself to let that happen,
So I can’t be like you, author.
You are a grown woman-
We have so many differences you and I.
That’s my way of life.
Maybe sometimes you don’t want me to be like you,
But sometimes I really do.
I won’t though, and that’s the end of it.
I admire you, I truly do,
And maybe you’ll admire me- I hope you do-
Although your thoughts are free- and independent-
I can’t, not now at least.
But hopefully, just like you,
Someday I’ll write to be free for the world to see.
This is my message for Evans J. Stephanie.
The author said,
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