Girl

When I was four.

I was taught to be good.

I was told to do what was expected.

Because good girls don't argue.

When I was eight.

I was taught to be smart.

I was told that I had to be the best.

Because real girls don't need anyone.

When I was twelve,

I was taught not to cry.

I was told to grow up.

Because big girls don't cry.

Now I am seventeen.

I can't listen.

I'm barely average.

I spend all my time crying.

Because I will never be the girl

My parents think they raised.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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