They never see me, the boys in my classes.
I sit right beside one, smiling and laughing at his outrageous stories.
Our eyes lock as he exams the room
He gives me a soft smile that makes me lose my breath for a moment
Realization hits me like a storm,
Its not me he wants.
It never is.
They remind me of why I am so happy.
Strange is it not?
Looks are just that, there are no hidden meanings, no loving gazes
It reminds me why my soul is pure
Non existent feelings to deal with, I can focus on myself as an individual
I, am an independent women, not one that needs a man to feel confident
Allowing my understanding of the world's happenings
Influencing my life with positive vibes
Whatever I do, its for me
My character grew along with my age
It is not what I understood, but what I did
This social perception
Am I pretty?
Not but many standards
But that is alright
They tell me to be confident, yet they tear me down
I do not listen
To the hateful sound
continuing to strive
For my assignments are due
I am me
The beautiful girl that lets no boy talk down to her
That respects herself as an individual
Who ignores the looks I get when I don't curl my hair everyday
it was a bad day
Strenght is what I've gained
Through the halls of this never ending game
I rise, with more mindfullness every time
We are beautiful
Even if the boys beside us do not see it