My Honest Poem

I was born on April 15 legally called tax day I am five feet and two which makes me short And 103 which makes me a feather I often get underestimated for my height and weight So when people finally meet me they call me a napoleon complex However I can’t whisper so I’m bad at telephone Frequently but surely I push people away that I feel know too much about me Maybe even to a point where I just want to see if they’ll come back I’ve heard that I’m too blunt for my character and one day I will get myself in trouble But I’ve never had a fight a day in my life I get nervous around my friend’s family because I wonder what they’ll think about me Sometimes I try and get around my stubborn memories So I stack it on top of my unwilling and unfaithful shadow Making my shadow stand as if it was on a cane and lopsided with one leg I have a thing for people’s eyes however I hate when people look into mine And noticing things that other people might not Like the way somebody walks or the color of their nails or the way they look at somebody Yes I’m weird and I daydream about food and things that will never happen So it seems to me as if I’m permanently in a fairytale in my mind I’m often called mean since I always have a serious face on So society is always ready to judge me for my looks Before they took a chance in knowing me Because society is always ready to change you as long as you allow it to They looked at me and decided to put a label on me As if I was object at the market ready to be sold I apologize for your future telling mind it must have told you wrong To tell you the truth nobody really knows me and could tell you what my favorite fruit or book was Yes I like to read nevertheless that doesn’t make me smart But it can make me sound smart Did I forget to mention that I switch from subject to subject? Hey, like I always wanted to change my last name Because I always felt like I was a part of the ‘Adams’ family instead of the ‘Evans’ Which would make my initials sound weird like ACA oppose to ACE I lost a part of my tooth in Shmoney Island better known as Coney Island in the summer of June 2010 before school ended So that makes me trip over my insecurities for my smile Making my pride work double time in making me proud When I feel somebody is staring at me I tend to look away and look back to see if their still staring And if they still are I contemplate on waving or having a staring contest Which I can’t seem to win because those people are obviously stalkers I can’t swim and I don’t plan on learning so I stay in the shallow end With my conscious because I’m scared of accidentally dying and never being able to come back To tell the story of how I seen the lights before I almost made my way to heaven I often get cold quickly and I can’t sleep without a blanket even in the summer time And I love to watch scary movies especially at night even though I get scared and can’t sleep So I always run to my bed and stay up until the sun comes up My name is Aaliyah And I’m just a young leader in the SCIP program trying to find my to light to my torch or my torch to my light Because I have finally figured out that I have not reached my destination and my flame has not come to a halt yet And hopefully one day I’ll be standing up here telling a story to the next scip kids About how I became who I became and why Because the future inspires me