Let me cut my own hair. If it looks horrible, Let me learn not to touch scissors and that hair grows back.
Let me spend my money. If the shirt’s too little and the store doesn’t give refunds, Let me learn to save my cash.
Let me flunk my test. If I fail the class and miss the honor roll list, Let me learn to study more.
Let me miss the shot. If my team loses and I’m on the bench, Let me learn to concentrate on the basket.
Let me go out past curfew. If I get grounded and miss the big party this weekend, Let me learn to follow the rules.
But most important, let me live.. If I learn a lesson, You’ve done your part.
When you tend to age, especially from kids to teen stage, you’ll be curious and wanting to know more of what the outside world is like. Learning and lessons from it is what you ask for. Our biggest prize is not in never failing, but in rising in every time you fall.
Tiny waists and thinner arms Is all they want to see The pressure to be perfect Is slowly closing in An utter suffocation That doesn’t seem to end. Society is telling Beautiful is thin And if I choose to starve Perfection’s what I win. Shoving something down my throat Will get me what I want Bring me closer to that goal Of a body I can flaunt Society is telling Beauty is a price Measured in the size of you In weight and clothing size.
This is how society expects people to be. If you’re not what it is asked for, they’ll never seem to bother you. I wonder why can’t this be changed; as what I’m trying to say is that treat everyone equally. There is only one beauty that I know, which is learning to accept yourself. The beauty that really matters, lies in our heart and our soul. Because when you love what’s inside, you’ll love what’s outside even more.
When I am loved, I can love who I am When I am cared for, I can care for myself When I am treated as someone, so I may feel I am seen
Speak to me, so I may learn to listen Expose the world to me, so I may see its beauty Look into my eyes, so I may feel I am seen
If you’re good to me, I must be a good person
When you smile at me, I can smile inside When you let me make choices, I know that I can choose When you give to me, I can give a bit back
Touch me gently, so I may touch others Rest my unrest, so that I may learn self- control Soothe me, so I may learn to soothe
Love me, but give me room to love others
When you treat me as successful, I can learn to succeed When you respect my dreams, I can explore reality When you allow my mistakes, I can accept what they teach
Teach me diversity of thought, so I may be open-minded Help me help others, so I may grow to be selfless Demonstrate your diligence, so I may earn my way in life
Show me how to laugh, so I may laugh with others Laugh at your shortcomings, so I may accept my own
I am someone and I am loved! This poem of self-esteem caught my attention and as poems is ambiguous in many ways; this one here could really make a person understand the word self-esteem! It shows the importance that a person needs to boost up the self-esteem.
I’m not quite sure when the turning point came. But I know that it came after a fight I had with my mother. It was a typical fight at that point of time. You know how it is, you lie once, and then they all start to pile up. And nothing happens evenly, it’s always all at once. At that point of time I drifted apart from my mother, and my best friends, whom I needed to turn to, were angry with me. That’s where I learned my second lesson, the first is not to lie and the second is never keep your feelings hidden. That’s what my friends did, and when I found out, it was too late. Being a teenager is really hard as I often go through stressful moments.
My house was a battle zone. I’d sleep till I had to go to school and then after school I would lock myself in my room. In between, I’d cry and feel sorry for myself, when I wasn’t fighting with my mom. That day it all changed.
She was screaming at me about how I wasn’t a part of the family anymore- that no one liked being around me because I was always so hostile. I screamed back, as most sixteen year olds would. But my mom doesn’t me ground me or take away the phone, she assigns essays. My assignment was to apologise for my behaviour.
I cried tears of rage in my room, screaming on what I could possibly write. Somehow I started to write. And the apology turned in to an explanation. I poured out every pain and emotion, ones that I had hidden behind my rage, the ones I cried about during the night. I didn’t know how to get back being me, and I hated what I had become. I felt so lost. And, most of all, I felt like everyone that I had depended on me had left me. Feeling of alone conquered me.
I left the letter on my mom’s bed and went to sleep, exhausted form sobbing. The next morning I woke up early enough to go to school by myself as no one was awake yet. I crept into the bathroom and noticed a card with my name written on it in my mother’s handwriting taped to the mirror. She understood that I was lost and scared. And she promised that she would help me. I got into the hot shower, silently sobbing. This time, the tears were of relief, not of despair.