bumblebea

I love being a girl 

but I hate what it took

for me to be able to go to school

for me to know I will be able to vote

for me to know that I will be allowed to get a job when I grow older

I’ve heard too many times

The excuses of our nation

That change would be too hard,

Too frightening 

That it would take too long

But why are we arguing

About something so necessary

 They say her eyes are green 

But she likes to say they are hazel

Like the sun setting through the evergreen trees

Her hair like a bright morning

When when sun has just risen

Life is made of the unanswerables

Because they are everywhere

Because everything we know has a root cause

And every root cause has another

Until there is no cause,

There just is

"Why do we exist?"

When she was little 

She wore the same shirt every day

In different colors 

The shirts where plain with a small design 

Her mom bought her plenty of sweaters

With cute patterns and fun colors

Dear Beatrice,