“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.