Out of reach
I used to climb the counter
For snacks just out of reach
The hunger making me flounder
After coming home from the beach
I used to get to the top shelf
For moms makeup just out of reach
Wanting to do a small thing for myself
“You’re too young for makeup” she would preach
I used to want to go out after sunset
For friendships just out of reach
“It’s dangerous” mom said
I learned it was best not to screech
Now I look at internships
For money just out of reach
“you can’t work” left me with teary eyes and a crimson lip
Feeling like my autonomy was breached
Now I take the drivers test
In hopes of a life
I do my best
But the silence of my mom makes me decide
I am not meant to eat snacks in the afternoon
Not meant to wear makeup
Not meant to make friends
Not meant to work
Not meant to drive
For I have realized that freedom is simply just out of reach