My Letter to the World
My Letter to the World
My name is Amelia.
I am 17 years old
And I am afraid for my future.
I am tired of old men
Deciding how I will live,
Determining the world in which
I will raise my children.
My own parents have cried
Because I am a girl
Growing up in a world
Where I don't feel safe
Taking my dog for a walk at night,
Where I remember snow piled high
But only as a distant memory.
I am almost 18
I will be voting for the first woman,
First Black woman, to run for president.
I am proud to be saying this,
Proud to be a young feminist,
Proud to be hopeful.
I am still a kid,
I go to school and fill nights with homework.
I don't understand
Why the burden of our future
Should lie on my shoulders
When I still have growing up to do
And chores to get done before dinner.
The Voice
September 2024
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