I am just a kid, in a world so vast and wild, Where queens in glittering gowns strut with grace beguiled. I am told to watch and learn, to clap and cheer and smile, But inside, I'm just a boy who wants to be a child.
I am not a canvas for the world's colorful decree, Where every stroke and line is what they wish to see. I am more than just a trend, a statement to uphold, I am young and yearning simply for a hand to hold.
I am not a slogan on a poster in the hall, Nor am I a puppet to rise and fall at their call. I am dreams of dragons, of games in sunlit parks, I am whispered secrets told in giggles after dark.
While lessons are spun of what and who I should be, I'm wading through the wonder, this complex, surging sea. I am not the labels, not the roles they have cast, I'm a boat unmoored on the future, not tethered to the past.
I am not a project for those with an agenda to assert, I'm a painting in progress, incomplete, a little hurt. I am not just what they teach, not just what they claim, I'm a voice finding its echo, a spirit with my name.
I am a kid, not a cause, not a battlefield for views, I’m not a question waiting on the world for clues. I am laughter and hope, a whisper in the breeze, A wish upon the stars above, a secret in the trees.
I am not a lesson planned in curriculums so neat, I am the dance of freedom, the rhythm in my feet. I'm the joy in the morning, the peace of the night, A kid trying to find my way, my own path to light.
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