Who I Want to Be
Starched straight dress with shiny new heels
My reflection stares back at me
Shiny dark tresses and sharply lined eyes
Is this who I want to be?
A year closer to adulthood
Professional as a lady with an ice cold heart
Good grades and academic awards
In life do you get a restart?
Assignments and tasks handed back with expected excellence
Manners that encourage even the most timid of talkers
With this façade of proper
I just might go bonkers
Dirt and pebbles dig into my palms
Wild hollers assault my ears
Playful curse words glide through the air
These are the people I want to be near
My terrified shriek dissolves into laughter
As I’m lifted into the air without warning
Friendly mockery of its abnormally high pitch
Gets my heart warming
Grass tickles our skin
As we pass soda around
Dirt staining our jeans
As we sit on the ground
In exchange for these memories I will trade all my trophies
Success dwarfs me with a lonely mist
Encouragements of those who care for me carry me higher
Than a paper that says no points were missed.
Perfection with its promise of success
Held me tightly in its grasp
Yet success does not come with unrivaled triumph
It comes in the moments that make you gasp
Ripped jeans and a t-shirt
My reflection stares back at me
Skewed hair and laugh lines
This is who I want to be.