The Oldest

My oldest has this uncanny ability to make me proud as f*ck. Sure, she’s only 16 but impressive still. She had an assignment to write a poem or excerpt that describes her. They had a very short amount of time to do so and while in class. This is what she came up with, unedited and fully her.

"I was born January 10th.
My parents say, "sorry" every year for making my birthday in the winter.
I don't know how to whistle.
And I'm a sucker for anyone with a sense of humor, and a heartbeat.
I'm still learning how to relax.
I'm always stressed when I shouldn't be.
Always overthinking what other people say to me.
I was born 5lbs, 15oz and I've been scrawny ever since.
I like popcorn...a lot.
I've been told I'm not very good at school.
They call me lazy. I'm just tired.
Secretly, I get really nervous every time I speak.
My voice just doesn't match.
I have an odd fascination with California and growing up.
I assume I like those things because I want to leave.
I guess that's why I always have headphones in.
You see, music reminds me that I'm not afraid of change or independance,
But I'm scared to death of everything that's going to happen the very moment that I fall in love.
I'm clumsy.
Yesterday I tripped over my mental health, landed on my insecurity, and it shattered (like my focus).
I've never been in the marching band but I have this snare drum in my chest.
I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my vinyls say about me when I'm not around.
I wonder if they see who I really am or if they're just like the others.
I enjoy friends, filming, and my phone being charged,
But I don't breathe as often as I should.
I have solar power thoughts.
And a battery powered conscience.
My hobbies include:
Editing my dreams,
Hiding behind humor,
And trying to convince my footprints that they're worth being left behind.
You see, I don't know much, but I do know this:
I know that our time is fleeting,
And I know that my soul will still be here after everything's gone to waste."

- kmg.

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