This is a subject I think about again and again. Girly girl, girl who likes boy stuff or what my mom told me is a tom boy, girl, boy, whatever. I wonder why girls and boys like the stuff they like and if they are happy to be that way. Or is someone telling them what to like and what to be? I like to do so many things so I was thinking what am I? Here is my poem answer.
Free Girl
The first thing
I always want to do
is go to an open field
and just run.
I am not an ordinary
girl.
I want to call myself.
I am different
and I
do not care.
I am just being
my own
normal
self.
That is just the way
I am.
That is what I call
I
am
free.
As free as the wind blows!
Wonderful!
Free is the way to be Sophia. You know what to like and what to be. Don’t need nobody to tell you. Oh yeah.