I'm Literally Just A Girl

A poem that is basically me accepting myself and my struggles, in a nutshell.

white, heterosexual,

blue-eyed, legally blonde,

living parents, happy home,

pretty privilege, quick to tears,

she’s a little Christian girl,

a [self]righteous daughter of God,

she’s never broken a bone,

but she’s crumbling,

broken home,

daddy issues, 

scars cover her skin,

to hide the ones on the inside,

"she's bleeding"

"I'm fine"

everyone cares, 

"she’s bleeding"

"I'm fine"

everyone sees,

"she's bleeding again"

"I-"

"she's fine"

 she's always fine.

she’s just a girl.

she's a trail runner, 

paranoid, oblivious,

she's scared of the birds in the trees, 

the snakes in the grass,

the rodents in the ground, 

she's scared of the men on the trail,

that they might decide to turn around,

she’s not fast enough,

too weak, 

she’s scared of being a girl, 

thick Californian accent,

but she's no native, 

born in Idaho,

born a place she never lived,

scared of losing friends,

she’s just a girl,

she talks too much,

she complains too much,

she doesn't help enough,

all her opportunities fall to waste,

first world problems, 

she's just a girl.

called a little Christian girl, 

she stands tall with pride in God,

finding solace in what she’s belittled for,

a gift of life with opportunities,

a greater gift of will to thrive,

one home broke,

two homes have been mended,

scars that ripple her skin

remind of happy times nigh forgot,

bleeding she feels alone,

but for that man who suffered from a thousand pores,

she’s a klutz,

it’s part of her identity,

strong physical capacity,

built to endure,

she runs for release,

for freedom,

momentarily disregarding mental strife,

she looks to those she loves for guidance,

people for a phase of life,

she’s a first world girl,

she has so many flaws,

living in a world of change,

she’s just a girl.

Author's Note

Honestly this is one of my most vulnerable poems, so I hope you like it. <3

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

I belong to an amateur writing group in the retirement community in which I live. Over and over I have been told I bring something special to the group because I allow myself to be vulnerable. In the last meeting I read my story Brad with tears in my eyes, had to stop a couple times. I really, truly love this poem. I think the first rule of effective writing is write only what you know personally, what you experienced firsthand. Probably the second should be: Let yourself be vulnerable

[Michael Sun Bear]

Meant to add: I suggest you strike “literally “ from your vocabulary. It is one of the most overused, misused words heard in the U.S.