Attitude

Small and quiet This frail child, Always seeking validation from others Always wanting to know what she did was okay Did she look right? Did she walk right? Is her hair in place? Is she sitting up straight? This frail child always too scared to speak up Too scared to say "You messed up this order" And "Please don't touch me" Too scared to be seen but never wants to be forgotten This frail child has grown though With every person who walked over her She has grown With every wrong done onto her She has grown She knows her worth She knows what to say She knows where she is wanted and needed She knows now how to speak up This frail child is gone Her attitude has changed Her attitude is the best thing about her Because it's the most positive It's the most respectful But it will not be taken for granted This frail child grew, And will not allow anyone to walk over her Will not allow anyone to break her back into being small Because she is me And I am strong