Poet’s Note: A 2020 poem depicting how, just because of my soft nature, I’ve been excluded and not considered for many activities like anchoring, the lead in plays etc. Keep in mind, this was written in 2020, thus it may not be that impressive! 😉

Sweet and quiet were the words
Branded under my name.
I was the wick that burned beneath
Someone else’s flame.

They didn’t see me as
The girl I am inside.
They claimed me to be small
And soft and weak and mild.

I was pushed away from the spotlight
Avoiding confrontations, making excuses.
Silently shouting that I don’t cut it.
Plotting behind my back how I could be “accidentally” overlooked.

It took me a while to realise
They might never see me for who I am
They’ll always see that shy little girl
They can twist under their command.

But it’s okay if they don’t
I can do plenty on my own
They must be blind if they can’t see
Just how much I’ve grown.

Under that thick coat of invisibility,
There’s a fire you cannot tame
Because someday I’ll be soaring in the clouds
Someday, I’ll be the flame.