Young Girl Part 2
They say, “Young girl, please don’t cry.
It will be ok if you just dry your eyes.
Write it down. Just let it out.
Tell the world what your tears are about.”
I say, “No thanks. You won’t listen to me.
These tears that keep on falling mean more than you see.
They fall because of knowledge and doubt.
I know the world doesn’t want to know what they’re about.”
They say, “Young girl, tell me what you mean.”
I say, “No thanks. You’ll just push me away.”
They say, “Young girl, don’t be scared. I’m right here.”
I say, “No thanks. These tears don’t fall due to fear.”
They say, “Young girl, please don’t cry.”
I say, “No thanks. I’ll let them fall from my eyes.”
They say, “Young girl, what’s this all about?”
I say, “I’ve learned the pain that this world dishes out.”
They say, “Young girl, you don’t understand.
You are too young. You still need someone to hold your hand.”
I say, “No thanks. I’ll walk on my own.
I’ve learned more than you, and you claim to be grown.”
They say, “Young girl, you better bite your tongue.
You are far to immature and you are far too young.”
I say, “No thanks. You can think what you want.
I’ll learn through experience and not what you taught.”
They say, “Young girl, don’t you cry.”
As I turn around and tell them all, “Goodbye.”
They say, “Young girl, where are you headed to?”
I say, “I’m off to see the world, then I’ll come back to you.”
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2008
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