Today I’m feeling my teen angst.
Today, I turn fifteen.
Look at me, a young,
Woman.
With age, however, comes this:
You and your reprimands,
“Speak carefully and be
refined.”
Who do you think you are?
That you dare to put a limit,
On my words, my
Pride!
I say what needs be said,
Not what society permits.
My satire and cynicism bother you?
Deal!
I have no patience, for your
Societal submission. Fear of that word,
Taboo. Life was not built, for
Conformity.
