Just a Girl

I used to think I was just a girl with goals and aspirations of pinned striped suits, high heels and a business office.

I used to think someone would find me, love me, marry me.

I used to think that I wanted luxury, cars and clothes.

I could replay conversations laced with I used to do this and I used to do that,

I used to, I used to, I used to!

Until I realized that I used to have goals, used to have standards, used to not have sex on the first date, used to only accept relationships and not situations, used to not be comfortable being a side chick,

Used to know myself.

Used to know that you are supposed to grow from being a girl into a young lady.

Life happened and I became a friend, a victim, an aunt, a prisoner, a fraction.

The depths of the soul lies within knowing that you are just you.

That just you is encompassing, just you is more than your pain, just you is a staple of life's existence, that just you is not a fantasy and that just you is beyond enough.