maelynslavik

Short hair,

A t-shirt and shorts,

Shouldn’t change me from feminine

To “buddy,”

And being a girl

Shouldn’t erase the sports I’m good at,

There are words

Begging to be typed,

Words

That want to pour from my soul,

Words

Who’s only mission

Is to be read,

No one needs to hear your jokes, 

Your remarks or your sneers,

No one needs to be pushed under

By the sea that you've filled

With the laughs that you've drawn

From ignorant thoughts,

Every day is new, 

All because of you. 

You brought me this world, 

And were there for every journey, 

Every step and every chapter, 

There is a person I want to be:

A strong person,

Someone who can stand up for herself

And others,

Who can increase her grit,

Who can push through the worst,

And always stand tall;

I remember the day I met you,

The day I didn’t want to,

The moment our parents forced us together,

The second I took a look at you.

Your blond hair was to your chin,