Lonely Lullaby...
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    When you are 13 years old,
    the heat will be turned up too high
    and the stars will not be in your favor.
    You will hide behind a bookcase
    with your family and everything left behind.
    You will pour an ocean into a diary.
    When they find you, you will be nothing
    but a spark above a burning bush,
    still, tell them
    Despite everything, I really believe people are good at heart.

    When you are 14,
    a voice will call you to greatness.
    When the doubters call you crazy, do not listen.
    They don’t know the sound
    of their own God’s whisper. Use your armor,
    use your sword, use your two good hands.
    Do not let their doubting
    drown out the sound of your own heartbeat.
    You are the Maid of Untamed Patriotism.
    Born to lead armies into victory and unite a nation
    like a broken heart.

    When you are 15, you will be punished
    for learning too proudly. A man
    will climb onto your school bus and insist
    your sisters name you enemy.
    When you do not hide,
    he will point his gun at your temple
    and fire three times. Three years later,
    in an ocean of words, with no apologies,
    you will stand before the leaders of the world
    and tell them your country is burning.

    When you are 16 years old,
    you will invent science fiction.
    The story of a man named Frankenstein
    and his creation. Soon after you will learn
    that little girls with big ideas are more terrifying
    than monsters, but don’t worry.
    You will be remembered long after
    they have put down their torches.

    When you are 17 years old,
    you will strike out Babe Ruth and Lou Gehrig
    one right after the other.
    Men will be afraid of the lightening
    in your fingertips. A few days later
    you will be fired from the major leagues
    because “Girls are too delicate to play baseball”

    You will turn 18 with a baby on your back
    leading Lewis and Clark
    across North America.

    You will turn 18 
    and become queen of the Nile.

    You will turn 18 
    and bring justice to journalism.

    You are now 18, standing on the precipice,
    trembling before your own greatness.

    This is your call to leap.

    There will always being those
    who say you are too young and delicate
    to make anything happen for yourself.
    They don’t see the part of you that smolders.
    Don’t let their doubting drown out the sound
    of your own heartbeat.

    You are the first drop of a hurricane.
    Your bravery builds beyond you. You are needed
    by all the little girls still living in secret,
    writing oceans made of monsters and
    throwing like lightening.

    You don’t need to grow up to find greatness.
    You are stronger than the world has ever believed you to be.
    The world laid out before you to set on fire.
    All you have to do
    is burn.


    For Teenage Girls With Wild Ambition and Trembling Hearts, Clementine von Radics 


    -Anna F

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  • You can never control who you fall in love with, even when you’re in the most sad, confused time of your life. You don’t fall in love with people because they’re fun. It just happens.

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