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I’ve grown really used to being called a child.

I wake up every morning, and I look in the mirror.

My mother doesn’t see what I see.

I see a young woman

I want to be a young woman

But I know I am what they call immature

I am told I’ll be a young woman one day

I just have to wait

 

My mother once told me :

Well, for me, I was taking a walk in asbury park, and thats when started to see things differently  

that there comes  a point in everyone’s childhood,  when they suddenly realize they have to grow up, and take on the responsibilities of adulthood

it can apparently happen in the blink of eye, maybe even overnight,

but whenever

or wherever it happens

it will be sure to change your life

and make you different.

Most of the time, i’ve noticed,

it makes you like everyone else

you lose your innocence

and individuality  

and maybe i will be

Maybe ill be what they expect of me

they expect me to fail

to become the same as all those who want to grow up too quickly...

 

Ill drop out of school, who needs education when your having fun being a young woman?

Ill be too busy going to concerts and meeting boys and living my life the way i want to

Ill forget the fact that i ever thought about growing up

ill forget that i ever was a child

I wont accept the term young woman

I wont accept anything for as it is

I will accept the labels they put on me

they tell me ill accomplish nothing,

so i will accomplish nothing

they’ll tell me i think too much

so ill stop thinking

ill live life the way they expect me to because thats the easy way

But maybe i wont

because why are they allowed to expect anything from me?

why am i not allowed to grow up?

why do you say “im growing up too quickly?”

i dont know, but you’re wrong.

i am a young woman, because that is what i want to be

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Wünderhag Supremacy

16 years old. Nj. filmmaker, poet, singer/songwriter, queer, active feminist vimeo.com/kierindoesfilm

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