"Excuse Her. She's Young."
“Excuse Her. She’s Young.”
I get to experience heart breaks
I get to experience failure
I get to experience what I think is love
I get to experience success
I am free,
But I am limited
I am allowed the excuse to,
“Go out and experience the world.”
While I am also allowed the rule of,
“You’re curfew is eleven o’clock.”
I am a teenager
I am at the highlight of my life
I get to make mistakes
Getting the excuse of,
“You’re young and ignorant.”
Not to confuse ignorance with being dumb,
But not being aware of the lessons that lie ahead.
I am young.
I have my future handed to me on a silver platter
Not to confuse the silver platter with being rich,
But my silver platter is rich in opportunities.
I pick one up,
Taste it,
And if I don’t like it,
I can pick another and try again.
I call it my golden years
Not to confuse golden years with being retired from work,
But the wisdom I get will make you think I paid almost as much as gold to get it.
But I am sixteen
And when I am sixty,
And truly in my golden years,
I’ll still wake up and greet the day with optimism
Because my excuse is,
I’m young.
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