Alone

Clean your room
She says.
Brush your hair
He says.
It's fine the way it is
I say.

I want that ribbon on your right
She shouts.
That lipstick is too bright
He scolds.
I am fine the way I look
I exclaim.

When can it be peaceful?
When can it be quiet?
No more nicks and knacks about the minuscule, uneven hairs on my back?
I need to be alone.
Let me explain...

I am almost the age
Of the majority.
I am almost considered responsible
For my own well-being,
I cannot depend on dependency
For I am competent
Lest the fantastic dreams.

I dream of a job
I applied to by myself
Where and when
I know what to say, act, and do.

I work hours for food
I know I must cook,
Mend my broken spirit
When life throws you many pointed hooks,
Make the decisions
Just only about every corner,
Survive in the cold
When it will never get warmer.
Pray to the God
Who knows you best,
Give a day your all
And hope you get rest.
Carry a color of uniqueness
To just be judged on the spot.
I know there's many things adults
Forget, that maybe I have not forgot...

Forget the sugary nonsense.
Forget the bed and the comforter in your nursery,
The next day is a day you hope to be in the past
And that God let you surpass your doom.

Let your parents look
Down from heaven
Your troubles and achievements,

You look up
To the people who wanted perfection,
Do what you can do
And do not believe in bereavement.