What I've Become
I am a blank slate
Adults around me are
there to shape me
To mold my very being
To bring forth the power of a mind
Their words hold impact
Their knowledge behind comphrehension
I am a blank slate
of endless possibilty
I am rebellious
Words do not reach my ears
as they did in the past
I believe myself smarter
and more wise than what is true
I often refuse to listen to them
They fuss and yell for me to listen
I will not
I am rebellious
And soon to come to a realization
I am no longer blank
I am older, wise, more knowledgable
My ambition is something to be admired
and my goals feared by small minded people
Nothing will stand in my way
I rejoice in hearing the voices
of those beyond my time
To bath in their wisdom
and the power of their words
I am not blank
I am vast, colorful, and driven
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