Faith Simone

All Things Written…To Inspire and Encourage

I Know A Girl…

on October 28, 2013

 

I know a girl who’s always saying

She doesn’t know what to do

She’s fifteen and her son is two

 

They live in the projects just south of 7th street

I sometimes see her walking home from school

She stands out from the other kids

There is no voracious curiosity beaming from her eyes

No barely contained desire to push the envelope and test boundaries radiating from her being

She has the closed off look of someone who has learned that curiosity did indeed kill the cat

She looks like she knows that some steps taken and lines crossed are impossible to retrace

 

I know a girl who’s always saying

She doesn’t know what to do

She’s fifteen and her son is two

 

One part of me wants to write her off as another statistic

To look past her to another teen with less drama and more potential

Another part of me, the part that longs to break down generational brick walls

Wants to sternly tell her

Number one: Take care of you and your son.

Number two: Get an education.

Number three: Strive for a career, not just a job.

Number Four: Choose what you’re naturally good at, then study it to make yourself better.

Number Five: Leave the boys alone for now. Wait until you’re older and know who you are. Then you’ll know who you want.

Number six: There will always be people who will judge you based upon your past. They’ll call themselves realists, but they’re cynics. Ignore them.

Number seven: Dreams are good. Call them goals and have a plan.

Number eight: Always remember that—are you listening to me?

Yes ma’am but…

But WHAT?

 

I know a girl who’s always saying

She doesn’t know what to do

She’s fifteen and her son is two

 

My frustration spills over

Why won’t she walk into the bullet pointed life I’ve outlined for her?

And now this woman/child is looking at me

With those eyes that have seen too much and not nearly enough

So I soften my voice and ask again

But what, sweetie?

A slight hesitation with bowed head and gaze glued to the floor

I’m still stuck on number one

I can barely take care of myself

Let alone my son

 

I know a girl who’s always saying

She doesn’t know what to do

She’s fifteen and her son is two

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