by Isabella Burns
They tell me that I am a woman now…
Really?
Was I not a woman before?
If I was just a girl
Touched
Judged
Hurt
What will I be now as a woman?
Cast aside, because no man wants a woman,
Only seeking a quiet girl
(I am anything but)
Judged for my solitude
When I try so hard to be loved
(It’s what I was born to do)
Then one day,
A truly selfless man will take me in,
Promise me “love”
At the low price of myself
Until I either die or am cast aside
Either way becoming useless
Looking down the line,
I’d hate to be a woman
Looking back,
I’d hate to be a girl
Isabella Burns is a junior at Amador Valley High School. On her days off from being a hostess and tutor, she can be found reading E.M. Forster or watching trashy TV. Her inspirations range from Greek mythology to Sylvia Plath, although she particularly enjoys British literature. She lives with her parents, sister, and pug-chihuahua mix, Brie.