When she was just a little one
young and free and full of love
always curious, wondering
what's right above
seeing a place so distant, so far
finding a shooting star
in the sky
remembering what it was like when
the world was an adventure
and i wanted to learn everything i could
about it.
now i'm just a 35 year old woman
writing about her dream
a dream she never got to pursue
because who would believe in her, who?
who would look at her and say
Anne Marie, you can do this today
who would show me love and faith
and happiness? where am i to go?
i want to go home
in my heart, in my mind
i want to free everything inside
because i feel, i feel so much
and i guess that's my tragic flaw
but i'm just an American girl
that woke up one day and saw planes
crashing into buildings
people falling from the sky
as i cried and wondered why
and i was only twelve.
how do i believe in myself
how do i become stronger
science, discovery, exploration
that was my dream, but
because i was a girl,
i was never taken seriously
and doesn't every little girl
with that glimmer in her eyes and
the beautiful way she looks at the world
deserve a chance to do something great?
shouldn't that little girl matter?
shouldn't i have a voice?
i'd like to speak,
will you listen to my American Dream?
About the Creator
Slgtlyscatt3red
Slightly scattered. Just a woman with autism and ADHD that loves to write poetry, create art, and sing.
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The rhythm of your thoughts captivates.
It captures the bittersweet journey from childhood dreams to adult reality. It’s got a mix of hope, frustration, and a desire to be seen. The line about wanting to speak and be heard really stands out—feels like a powerful nudge to take women’s dreams seriously!