TBT: Poetry, then and now

So I closed on my house today. The offer had been accepted a month ago, but you never know until you know. My mom had recently brought up something I had written when I was maybe, 12 years old. Half my age now. It was a poem I had to write for school, though I can’t remember the exact assignment. She still had it saved on our old computer so she sent it to me.

Here it is:

I am an ambitious, opportunity seeking girl.
I wonder what life will be like next year, next month, tomorrow.
I hear the stars slightly buzzing when they fly past me.
I see what’s coming at me, and already has.
I want to wake up knowing I did something worthwhile.
I am an amibitious, opportunity seeking girl.

I pretend I could change the world.
I feel elated when the world smiles at me and brings me luck.
I touch the sky hoping for it to rain change.
I worry the world will be destroyed by people’s pride.
I cry for everyone who is too shy to make something of themselves.
I am an ambitious, opportunity seeking girl.

I understand that everyone is different and unique.
I say that everyone has the right to be themselves.
I dream that I will make a difference.
I try to remember that life is a dance, you lead and you follow.
I hope that everyone will see past lies when they desperately need to.
I am an ambitious, opportunity seeking girl.

I can almost remember my thought process at the time. As campaigns like #banbossy have mentioned, ambition is not a quality typically looked for in young girls. I wanted to humanize that concept, and show what it meant for me. Though I still generally liked it, some parts scraped my eardrums so I decided to change it up a bit. “Opportunity seeking” seemed especially overplayed and used car salesmanlike, and while I know I was trying to drive that point home (ha, pun), in this version I wanted to simply focus on the word “ambitious” repeating.

New version:

I am an ambitious, opportunity-seeking girl.
I wonder what life will be like next year, next month, tomorrow.
I hear the stars slightly buzzing when they fly past me.
I see what’s coming at me, and what already has.
I want to wake up knowing I did something worthwhile.
I am an ambitious, forward-thinking girl.

I pretend I could change the world.
I feel elated when the world smiles at me and brings me luck.
I touch the sky hoping for it to rain change.
I worry the world will be destroyed by people’s pride.
I cry for everyone too shy to make something of themselves.
I am an ambitious, hopeful girl.

I look for reason in life’s differences.
I wish for everyone to catch their flitting potential.
I dream of conquering obstacles, and helping others along the way.
I count my blessings, and make myself more.
I work to be better, each and every way, all of the days.
I am an ambitious, inventive girl.

I wanted it to feel mainly the same, just a touch souped up. This poem felt oddly fitting for today. It’s helpful for me to remember that achieving what you want starts way before the actual achieving.

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