Too Young

I’m too young to know my sexuality,but old enough to know my future,too young have an opinion,but I should still respect those who stomp on the opinions I’m too young too express,and they are right,I am too young,I’m too young to fear for my life at the hands of a school shooter who got that gun too easily,to young to fear going outside because some man could decide what I was wearing made me easy,too young to be a mother to my siblings because my mom is too busy,I’m too young to be worried about one of my friends of color being shot, because he was takeing his phone out of his pocketthat the white middle aged officer thought it was a gun,he was talking to his mother on,I’m too young to be worried about being followed when I even see someone out the corner of my eye,too young to fear for my life while I’m trying to better it by getting an education,too young to be told I’m going to hell because me and my girlfriend held hands while at the mall,too young to be screamed at and called a slut or whore by boys because my bra strap showed for a few seconds,too young for some boy to keep touching me even though I said no,too young to be drugged and unable to defend myself against some guy at a party where I was trying to have fun,too young to see my Muslim friends in a headdress called a terrorist and beaten because of their religion,so yes I’m too youngbut for all the wrong reasons. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
Our world

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