What about me
What about me, I can count to 13
I know I am a girl, but I can run as fast as the boy
What about me, why do I have to stay in the house
How come I can not go out and build the tree house?
What about me?
I thought I was as pretty as the little girl down the street
How come she doesn't want me to go to the birthday party?
I wore the same dress she did today, I know she is shorter
But her eyes are still green, and she sort of looks like me
We have the same relatives you see. How come the boys like her more then me?
She doesn't win the race when we run down the street
I do, I do, and it's me that is the smarter one
I got a star from the teacher, when I wrote that poem about me
Heck I even won a blue ribbon at the fair for drawing the owl and the
Picture of the tree, and wrote on it in writing so pretty
"Give a hoot do not pollute", two years ago and it still hangs in my room
I saw it on TV, but nobody knows it was me, not one person in my class would ever believe
That yesterday I saw it on TV and that it was me.
What about me, am I not pretty enough
Why is it the boys pick on me and why is it that I am not seen?
What about me. Can't I dream?
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Hi putterincluz,
I know what you're going through as I was the same when I was young,
And even now, in my 50's, I sometimes feel like I'm invisable.
It's all about confidence, self-esteem, projecting our personalities and liking ourselves.
Look in the mirror and tell yourself how much you like what you see. Do this a few times a day, and BELIEVE it.
You're worth no less than anyone else, and you're a beautiful person.
P.S. Change your username.
Smile and the world will smile with you,
Cry, and you'll cry alone.
Hi, I have gone through a lot of changes since I wrote that piece. I want to thank you for your responce, and for your support. I know in our generation being a child of the 60's there was a lot of silence for those of us that had been abused. Breaking the silence is what has finally allowed so many changes. But unfortuantly that have been slow in comming, and there is so much more to change. I am presently a senior at a local college majoring in women;s studies, I will be going on to master and hopefully will be a part of the change soon.
Sue