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When I grow up I want to be tall, people respect you when you’re tall. When I grow up I want to get a chanel haircut, I can’t do it now because everybody knows that it only looks good when you have a grown woman face. When I grow up, I don’t want to be afraid of the dark. When I grow up, I don’t want to be scared of heights. I want to be adventurous!
I hope my parents have become tired of fighting when I grow up.
I hope I’m not this sad when I grow up, I really do!
I hope to make amends with my kind of beauty when I grow up.
I hope I learn to control my anger when my little brother is trying to annoy me by vandalizing my books. Actually, I think I have the right to be mad at this one!
When I grow up, I hope to be totally nonchalant about other people’s opinion on me. When I grow up I don’t want to be censured for liking girl things, I want to like them freely.
When I grow up, I don’t want to be punished by my parents behavior, I don’t want to cry myself to sleep because of them. I don’t want to be trapped in an endless cycle. When I grow up I want to stop blaming my mother, I want to understand her, even if it’s impossible to fathom all the events that followed me here.
When I grow up I don’t want to be sexualized with disgusting comments disguised as compliments.
When I grow up, I want to be heard, I want to be heard with respect by my relatives. When I grow up, I hope the embarrassment (that is only experienced by a girl, coming from male relatives) stop happening to me! Nothing in the world can justify this hideous behavior, and all we can do is smile and pretend that everything is alright. I don’t want to be humiliated for being a girl.
As I say these words, as I write them down, I can feel that is a distant dream. So distant that it can only be imagined by a little girl, someone naive enough to believe that one day all of these wishes perhaps become real. When you grow up and realize that, all there’s left is sadness.
I’m not naive, I grew up, and all of my wishes haven’t turned into reality. Although I can proudly say that, I’m not afraid of the dark anymore.
I hope my parents have become tired of fighting when I grow up.
I hope I’m not this sad when I grow up, I really do!
I hope to make amends with my kind of beauty when I grow up.
I hope I learn to control my anger when my little brother is trying to annoy me by vandalizing my books. Actually, I think I have the right to be mad at this one!
When I grow up, I hope to be totally nonchalant about other people’s opinion on me. When I grow up I don’t want to be censured for liking girl things, I want to like them freely.
When I grow up, I don’t want to be punished by my parents behavior, I don’t want to cry myself to sleep because of them. I don’t want to be trapped in an endless cycle. When I grow up I want to stop blaming my mother, I want to understand her, even if it’s impossible to fathom all the events that followed me here.
When I grow up I don’t want to be sexualized with disgusting comments disguised as compliments.
When I grow up, I want to be heard, I want to be heard with respect by my relatives. When I grow up, I hope the embarrassment (that is only experienced by a girl, coming from male relatives) stop happening to me! Nothing in the world can justify this hideous behavior, and all we can do is smile and pretend that everything is alright. I don’t want to be humiliated for being a girl.
As I say these words, as I write them down, I can feel that is a distant dream. So distant that it can only be imagined by a little girl, someone naive enough to believe that one day all of these wishes perhaps become real. When you grow up and realize that, all there’s left is sadness.
I’m not naive, I grew up, and all of my wishes haven’t turned into reality. Although I can proudly say that, I’m not afraid of the dark anymore.