To the High School “Late Bloomer”

High school was tough for me. Trying to fit into the crowd was all I wanted. It’s no surprise that this happens in high schools across America. This poem is dedicated to all the late bloomers out there getting pushed around because of it. If you know a young man or woman that you think could relate to this poem send it their way! It could make all the difference.

 

full grown

I didn’t start out full grown

my bones did not listen to my wishes

please, grow! please let my eyes meet their eyes. 

the squeak did not want to leave my voice

and all the girls heard it

and all the boys saw weakness before my strength

I didn’t start out full grown

I bought shoes too big for my feet

this was the only hope I had

I dreamed of a girl who cared about

the size of my heart, not my legs

I didn’t start out full grown

and I thank the Lord for that gift

because when I begged God from the pew

when I cried and asked Him to use my tears

to water my limbs

He chose to water my soul.

-n.J.bellacicco

 

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