Sunday, January 29, 2017

Photographs: An Autobiographical Poem

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By: Lime Green Giraffe Social Director, Lillabeth B.




Memories,
Developing photographs hung to dry.
I watch them drip
Drip
Drip
I study their subjects,
Their meanings.
When I look back,
Which of these
Will I cherish?
Which have made me
Who I am?
Drip
Drip
Drip

I remember
6th grade,
So desperate
For friends
For acceptance
For security.
I searched inside,
Amended my persona,
Rewrote myself.
Who was I?
Shy.
Dramatic.
Unsure.
Struggling to feel content.
With my friends.
With my talents.
With myself.
I was so focused
On what others thought of me
I had forgotten
Who I really was.
Drip
Drip

And so began
My love affair
With the mirror.
My reflection
On who I was
Who I had been
Who I wanted to be.
I made new friends.
Friends who supported me.
Who cared.
About my life
My problems
My dreams.
I also learned.
Learned to listen.
Learned to take action.
Learned to care.
Learned friendship
Goes two ways.
That year,
I learned about both.
Drip
Drip

In the summer
of my 7th grade year,
I reflected.
I took out my mirror
Saw how I had changed
And realized
We change
As much in reflection
As in experience.
I continued to discover
To interact
To make connections.
I had no siblings
No peers in my neighborhood
To connect with
So I had never learned
Or cared.
But I had learned to care.
So I learned more.
Drip
Drip
Drip

I dove
Headfirst
Into 7th grade,
Eager
Excited
Ready
To open up
To mix and mingle
To make connections.
I was taken aback
When I realized
How openly
Some would tease me
Mock me
Ridicule me.
I didn’t expect to find
So little support
In my peers
In my teachers
In my friends.
Drip
Drip

Again,
I lost myself.
When I looked in the mirror
I found what I saw
Distorted
Twisted
Warped
By the words of others.
I lost sight
Of my joys
My hopes
Of all I had gained.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Drip

Slowly,
Steadily,
Deliberately,
I emerged.
Focused.
Resolute.
Unrelenting.
A new woman.
Unafraid of ridicule.
Unremorseful of mistakes.
Ready to face new challenges.
Soar to new heights.
I was a balloon,
Sailing through a summer of fresh starts,
Meeting new friends.
Better friends.
Crossing new boundaries.
Restored boundaries.
Making new memories.
Lasting memories.
Drip
Drip

I enter 8th grade
A survivor,
Veteran of a battle
We all face in time.
Not without scars,
But strong.
Capable.
Optimistic.
I am a product
Not just of derision,
But of freedom.
All my obstacles
Have only made me
More passionate
And more relentless.

The pictures have dried
I’ll tuck them away
Hidden from prying eyes.
I won’t forget
The struggles
The battles
That have shaped me
Or the laughter
The happiness
That has sculpted me.
It does not do
To push away memories
Or to dwell on them.
My gaze is set
On a new horizon.
Where am I going?
What will I face?
Who will I become?
All I know
Is what I am,
Ready.

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