Poor Girl, Rich Thoughts
I come from a place where dreams are only pushed by people who should -- Your parents or guardians, nobody else.
I would be everything I want, change the world if I could,
But there is so much in my way -- so I believe that I can't.
I had to pretend all my life like I don't have any dreams,
I was made to feel like I'll turn into them, and not amount to anything.
I had to keep awake all my life because of the things I'd see when my eyes weren't open,
Because of the goals my heart wishes to see happen.
I'm just an insomniac with so much to think about and none of these thoughts will I do.
I'm just another skirt in the crowd fetching water and chopping some wood.
I should be, honestly, designing dresses I want to see people wear,
Our fashion is growing -- with my ideas, I could three girls into millionaires.
I should be, honestly, writing my 9th book already,
The market seems to be growing -- with my words, I could make these people see there's more to us than being empty.
I should be, honestly, in a studio making other people's favourite songs,
Music is an incredible form of art -- with my soul and love for it, I could make it as big as all of those Katy Perry songs.
I should be, BUT honestly, I have been defeated -- Like these people, I'll sit on a lawnchair on my stoep one day wishIng I did all that I had wanted,
I'll probably tell some other poor girl, with rich thoughts to quit dreaming --
Make her believe, just like us, that she'll amount into anything.
Copyright © Mel Marakalala | Year Posted 2015
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