• Whenever someone tells me,
    I’m not old enough:
    I’m not ready.
    I breath real deep and count to three
    To keep my heartbeat steady.

    It’s not my fault I’m littler’n she is,
    It’s not my fault she’s older.
    It’s not my fault that I’m real shy
    When my sister is way bolder.

    But if I try to speak my mind,
    My parents always tell me:
    You’re not big enough,
    You’re not old enough,
    And their words are enough to fell me.

    So I go back into my room,
    And stare at the ceiling high.
    And I think: I can do one thing she can’t,
    No matter how she tries.

    My sister may be taller,
    My sister may be cool,
    But as I’m booting up the computer,
    There is something she can’t do.

    For though my sister’s stronger,
    Though my sister’s “tight.”
    There’s one thing I school her in:
    And it’s the poetry I write.